Fashion (Week) Kills…
So I’ve been doing the L.A. Fashion Week thing. It’s been kinda crazy. Diane and I went to 2 shows yesterday; Oligo Tissew and Kevan Hall. Oligo was… Well if you can’t say anything nice. Wait, when I was little my mom bumped into a friend on the street who’d just given birth. That baby was ugly. I’d never seen an ugly baby before. I recoiled. My mother who was desperate to say something, anything nice said, “Ooooh that’s a pretty blanket.” “Where did you get that blanket?” So I’ll say this about Tissew, “Ooh that girl in the front row next to Paula Abdul is so pretty.” “Who is she?” Hayden Panettiere.
Kevan Hall was gorgeous. And in the strangest twist of fate Diane and I did not get front row. We got seats in the back. 3rd row. You gonna tell me we aren’t more relevant than… No. I won’t play that game. It is what it is. That’s that bullshit fame stuff that does numbers on your head. That’s okay. We got pictures taken and did a few interviews. And my Diane looked gorgeous. She rocked a vintage 80’s party dress and gave you Dynasty all over the place. A modern Sammy Jo!