It's a bad sign that the first thing we wondered while trying to make our way into the Rock & Republic show tonight was, "Is this the new Heatherette?" The answer is not quite, if only because the show didn't feature the campy deliciousness of assless pants.
Even though we're only two days in, it just seems wrong somehow that we've seen more of socialites and Sophia Bush than we have of Anna Wintour. Sure, we know that soon enough the Bob will be sitting in stony silence about six rows ahead of us, but it's hard not to get impatient for that first glimpse of the coif that Suri Cruise is currently getting unfair credit for inventing.
It’s not often that you see a turban out in the wilds, especially not on the head of someone who (a) isn’t Melania Trump — in which case it would be made of fur — or (b) sporting it for religious reasons. So unless Julia Reston-Roitfeld has just joined the Church of Dynasty, she might well be the first person since the eighties that we’ve seen flaunting this very special headgear as though it were no more unusual than a bun.
As one might've predicted, the marquee celebrity holding court in the Badgley Mischka front row was Teri Hatcher, America's most desperate housewife and the boys' latest muse. Let's hope Teri liked what she saw, since the entire second half of the show was basically a preview of the flowing gowns she'll be given for parading up and down any red carpet she can find in the coming months. As we only had a glimpse of her profile and the back of her head, all we can report is that she seemed more raven-haired than usual. And a trifle orange.
At Gwen Stefani's L.A.M.B. show, both of our fondest wishes came true: The clothes were totally fun, and little Kingston — all blinged out in what appeared to be bedazzled jeans, like the biggest badass in the sandbox — made an appearance, bouncing on dad — Gavin Rossdale's lap in the front row.
Today's BCBG show was our very first fashion event, and we feel brainwashed by the pomp and circumstance. So much so that we each seriously considered accepting a free pair of tragically trendy bright-red leggings on our way out.