Kelly Osbourne and Leigh Lezark, wearing some pretty interesting genie pants.
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The Fug Girls: At Zac Posen, Kelly Osbourne Would Rather Chat With Leigh Lezark Than With Reporters
As we were walking into Zac Posen on Sunday night — the show was held on the second-floor balcony of Avery Fisher Hall, overlooking the fountain — we noticed quite a commotion happening in the courtyard below. Everyone peered over the railing to see a tall blond woman, her curls blowing in the wind almost as dramatically as her diaphanous black lace skirt. She stood on the ledge ringing the fountain, her arm slung around a man, and posed for a scrum of what was easily 50 photographers. Oh God, we thought. It's Lohan: The Return.
But it wasn't. In fact, when the blonde eventually took her seat down the row from us, we didn't recognize her at all, and neither did anyone else. The only person who DID take her photo was the same man who pointed out the wife of Germany's secretary of defense to us this morning at Derek Lam (we love that guy; he knows everyone). He told us she was one of the Marriott sisters. As in the hotel chain? Is this real? Can we blame any of this on Paris? Google reveals no such thing. Or has he been lying to us all along? Wait, is the German secretary of defense even married?!
We were able to positively I.D. some people, however. Kelly Osbourne showed up early, looking pretty in a black and gold dress, her hair in a forties-style ponytail. We overheard her tell a reporter that she's been trying to restrict herself to only one fashion show a day, otherwise she gets "too overwhelmed." She kept the interviews to a minimum, too, instead choosing to sit and chat with seatmate Leigh Lezark, who looked full-on insane in a pair of velvet harem pants that had a slit from ankle to waist, down each leg.
We also spied China Chow — who didn't appear to chat with anyone, much less Kelly or Leigh — a handful of socialites (namely Genevieve Jones and Ally Hilfiger, whom no one recognizes without her glasses), and, weirdly, photog Terry Richardson, in creepily tight white jeans. Dude, keep that guy away from the Marriott sisters, even if they are fictional.
