By Mark La Monica
It's 8:45 a.m., about three hours or so earlier than my normal wake-up time as a sports guy.
But I'm masquerading as a Fashion Week journalist, so it's all about little sleep and an appointment with an internist next week.
There is only one good thing about the morning being the start of my day rather than the end: primo real estate in the media section of the tents at Bryant Park. I secured one of the six gray leather chairs instead of one of the four gray carpet stairs that I've called home the past few days. Damn, I may not get up the rest of the day.
The general public cares very little about media accommodations, and for good reason. They just want the news. We just look for things to whine about.
But this one requires a few moments of pondering.
The fashion folks and celebrities need the exposure the media gives them. (How else can we explain the "fame" of Nicole Richie and the Hilton sisters?) So, they give credentials to hundreds of people with big cameras, little cameras, video cameras, camera phones and laptops.
Then they create a media section, which seems appropriate. I want to meet the architect who designed this area. Think small studio apartment on the Upper West Side. Now, take that image and cut in half. Mix in grimy paparazzi crawling on each other.
Math skills must not be a requirement to work in fashion. Common sense surely isn't.