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Thursday, October 20

Runway Report

 


A word of warning: this may not be the most articulate post, since fashion is not really the Dabbler's forte and she doesn't have the vocabulary to truly do it justice. Please accept an advance apology. Without further ado...

Well, the Dabbler has finally dabbled in high fashion. If you could call it that. The event for Rock & Republic, which turns out is the clothing label of Posh Spice (aka Mrs. Becks), ranged between runway show and strip club. At certain points, the shirts and short shorts unintentionally revealed parts so private, the models wearing (or not wearing) them looked confused and demoralized; however, a few models actually embraced the lack of coverage and virtually went topless, with an occasional hint of Basic Instinct. There was one wearable outfit in about the 40 shown.

But this was not the surreal part of the evening. Because I was accompanying a V.I.P., we were given choice seating in the second row (right behind the V.V.I.P.s), and were placed next to Jonathan Silverman (of Weekend at Bernie's fame) and his Shiksa-appealing fiancee, Jennifer Finnigan, star of the new TV show "Close to Home" -- which, incidentally, I now feel obligated to add to my Tivo. They were both very nice and friendly, and since Jennifer owns a mini-dachshund she must be really cool too.

But that still wasn't the surreal part of the evening. That would have to have been the intense combination of all the aforementioned items, the 25 piece orchestra doing its best to be heard over the blaringly loud Duran Duran tunes piped through the PA system, and -- the coup de grace -- sitting directly behind both Serena Williams, the most muscular woman I have ever seen (sinewy ripples literally bulging through her shirt), and Paris Hilton, who attracted a lot of attention for the five minutes she could sit still, all the while incessantly text messaging friends on her Sidekick.

Being driven home in a chauffered Humvee, after nine years of living in Los Angeles, I finally felt like I had arrived; though, I suppose covertly taking camera phone pics of semi-celebrities could constitute strong evidence to the contrary. Here are pics to prove whatever there is to prove...Serena on left, Paris on right with trusty Sidekick visible, Runway above.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Did you see pregnant Katie Holmes??

Friday, October 21, 2005 9:21:00 AM  
Blogger The Dabbler said...

No! She must have been on the other side of the runway. Not that it's equivalent, but I did see the miniature Frankie Muniz with his pixie fiancee. Frankie's ears are the size of a quarter.

Oh, and I did see that woman who claims to be the first super model. Janice something or other?

Friday, October 21, 2005 9:36:00 AM  

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