I don't know if it was the rain or the lame ass UPS gift bags that kept people from attending the Pegah Anvarian show last night, but the main tent was only half full.
At one point a flock of photographers descended the runway like crows. Intrigued I followed and found a spot. "Who are we here for?" I asked. I felt like a paparazzi (armed with a cheap digital camera). The dude next to me looked at me curiously, "Charlize..." He said as he shot me a "no-duh" look.
Suddenly, a blinding flash of bulbs went off, she appeared out of nowhere like a magician's trick.
The flash bulbs subsided and there she was outfitted for the downpour, looking like a Scotland Yard sleuth. Does anybody know who her knit capped Watson is?
We all went back to our seats and soon Jamaican dance hall music and Pegah's colorful dresses warmed us up a bit. Charlize seemed to dig the flirty flowy frocks.
Soon, I'd forgotten all about the rain, but not the cheap ass gift bag.
Posted by Linda Immediato