i spy...

i was inspired to tell this story because i love pat mcgrath. so there you go. basically if youre not a celebrity or instantly recognizable face, the security at the tents in nyc can be pretty harsh. one afternoon i was chasing my friend around as she was about to cover the de la renta show when i got lost. long story short, after arguing with the security gaurd for five minutes i decided i wasnt getting back in the tents and i should probably just sit my ass down somewhere. so i did just that. i sat outside of the back enterance where the models, designers, celebs etc. enter the shows. pretty much the best seat in town during fashion week. after the show let out, i drooled as gemma, emina and the gang exited looking so radiant, still in hair and makeup. they lit up their cigs and were whisked off into their chauffered cars. so glam. finally, mr.de la renta came out followed by kayne west and then, superstar pat mcgrath. i watched her as she dragged her huge black back (filled with what i can only imagine was the secret to eternal beauty). she looked so sophisticated in all black and her signature black headband. i could barely unhinge myself from the park chair, but i did. i nosily, evesdropped as she said "i'm exhausted" with a laugh. i know this isn't really a story, its just something that happened but i felt i should share it incase there is someone out there who adores this woman as i do.