Fugger: Alicia Keys
Anyway, we had a pretty great day:
– It started with a surprisingly good Project Runway finale, at which Alyssa Milano wore the abovepictured WTF. The article (and the slideshow, but only in the VERY LAST slide, so you can avoid if you want) contains mild spoilers in the form of the guest judge’s identity, descriptions of some of the eight collections, and guesses about who the finalists are, but no concrete information about that because we don’t know it. Consider yourselves warned anyway, just in case.
– We also hit up Nautica, which was full of shirtless and/or short-shorted (or both) male models, and most importantly, we talked to Dadshaw from The Carrie Diaries about what it’s like watching your TV daughter and knowing she grew up to get dumped by Post-It. There is probably something nerdy about the fact that we bypassed Colin Egglesfield and Josh Henderson to talk to Dadshaw, but I own that, and I love him now, so there.
– We ALSO saw darling of Fug Madness Zosia Mamet at Rebecca Minkoff (where Nicky Hilton was a total pill), where Janelle f’ing Monae performed live during the show and KILLED IT in impressive high-energy fashion.
– Finally, we’re pretty sure Bella Thorne thinks we’re totally stupid after we talked to her about Britney at Nicole Miller.
I really wish this were Anne Hathaway, and we could still write parody Les Miserables lyrics.
Because I would cut right to the climax to sing, loudly, “Now I must fug Alicia KEEEEEEYS / Heed, please, the eye of this beholder //’Cause there are PANTS that cannot BEEEEEEEE // and there are wangs we should not polterrrrrrrr.”
Aha, but I didn’t let life kill the fug I dreamed. I just did it anyway. I bet Fantine wishes she’d thought of that.
This ensemble is a shining example of somebody taking all their assets and just… doing it wrong.