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The Fug Girls: Kellan Lutz of Twilight Gets His Heart Stolen at Lacoste
Traditionally, Lacoste is the show where we get all excited by a bold-faced name on a seat label — in the past, front-row signs have said both “SWINTON” and “SARKOZY” — only to find out that said label referred to entirely different people than we expected. This letdown can be very melancholy, especially when we’d gotten all worked up about the possibility of Tilda Swinton swanning in, wearing her usual up-market Hefty bag couture. Thusly conditioned never to trust what we read, when we arrived at our seats for Saturday’s show and noticed a spot two bums down labeled “LUTZ,” we assumed it would turn out to be the pasty 30 Rock writer, and decided to manage our expectations by planning how to ask him if he’d call Chris Parnell for us and inquire whether Dr. Spacemen knows any moderately legal blister cures. But then all of a sudden, the seat was full with the muscular backside of Twilight’s Kellan Lutz. And yes, we know it was muscular, because when he stood up to have his photos taken we flagrantly checked it out, and ogled his biceps, and maybe accidentally objectified him a little. But we think he’d be fine with that. Why else do dudes get that ripped? Because it makes them better at crosswords? No.
However, to all you Twilight fans out there who are wondering if the crunchy-haired Lutz is single, we bring sad tidings: His heart is most definitely owned, and by a younger woman who was walking the Lacoste runway. We are referring not to a model but rather to Elle fixture Anne Slowey’s eleven-month-old daughter, Afton. The little one, walking with help from Slowey, beamed widely at all comers as she pulled her mother back and forth past the front rows before the show began, danced happily as the clothes came past, and basically charmed the anti-frizz out of everyone: Joe Zee, Robbie Myers, the PR people, and everybody in our row. Especially Lutz, who clapped delightedly every time the baby did anything, and leaned over to his seatmate at least once to comment on the cuteness. Lutz, in fact, was congenial to everyone — the PR girls who led him to his seat, the dude he was seated next to, the Getty Images photographer who snapped his photos, and even a photographer from a Brazilian magazine who explained she didn't actually know who he was. Twilight hasn't made it to Brazil yet? Guess if Lutz ever decides he needs a break from the media crush, we know where he's going.