Red Dresses and Show Dogs
My weekend was so filled with fashion shows, rain, fashion shows and rain that I'm not quite sure where to begin. How about with Heidi Klum? She was one of the celebrity models in the Red Dress fashion show on Friday morning. Celebs strut down the runway in red dresses to raise awareness of heart disease in women. There's a reason why Klum gets the big bucks to wear those Victoria's Secret wings. The woman has got legs that will make a dedicated runner, Pilates participant, kickboxer or cyclist weep with envy. Nothing but genes and the good Lord can create legs like Klum's. So pity the women who had to share a catwalk with her. The other celebs were real lookers, don't get me wrong. Molly Sims, Sara Ramirez, Ashanti: All fabulous looking women. But they're no Klum. No one should have to follow her. There should have been a blackout after she walked the runway, a pause of 10 seconds or so just to let that sight settle in. Unlike the other celebs, Klum didn't vamp. She just blew a few kisses and zipped back and forth down the runway. Klum vamping would have been too much. She'd have made everyone else cry. Klum held back. She used her powers for good.
Liza Minelli was in the show. She wore Halston, from the recently revived Halston line. I wasn't loving Liza's ensemble. But Liza has been through a heck of a lot so I was just happy to see Liza standing. Then she launched into "New York, New York." I desperately want to report that Liza was in fine voice. But I cannot. Liza was working hard. She was reaching down, way down, for those notes. But they were gone. Long gone.
As you might expect, people regularly bring dogs to fashion shows. You know, tiny Paris Hilton sorts of dogs. Pocketbook dogs. But at the Patrik Ervell show on Saturday afternoon, an editor from a very large newspaper based in the Big Apple walked in with a dog the size of Cujo. Its big tail was swishing to and fro, a rawhide toy clutched in its mouth.
Truth be told, the dog was better behaved than a whole lot of guests - including the pink-haired pixie who practically shoved me out of the way while I was backstage at the Tracy Reese show on Sunday. But I digress. Back to the dog. I love dogs. I've never met a dog I didn't love. But really, there should be a size limit for dogs at fashion shows. And if they're so big that they outweigh the vast majority of the models, then they should at least get their own seat.
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