By Mark La Monica
Best way to describe the soft orange half lip-half clam shell chair I'm sitting in right now awaiting the Carolina Herrera fashion show: If these chairs didn't come from Elton John's house, they should have.
But they are comfortable.
(Note to self: Never thought I'd ever use the phrase "awaiting the Carolina Herrera fashion show.")
I'm reading Sunday's edition of The Front Row Daily, or maybe it's The Daily Front Row. The front cover's design makes it difficult to figure out which one it is.
Either way, it's a magazine which, you guessed it, gives daily recaps of the shows and a bunch of other mindless nonsense that people love. Daily horoscopes. Big photos of the beautiful people in clothing the steerage can only dream about. Gossip on where the parties are going to be . . . written as if the general public has a chance of getting in to these shindigs.
Apparently the return of Daria, a Canadian-born model, to fashion week is "more beauty than you can handle," according to the front cover. Such a huge return this is that is got . . . one paragraph and a silohouette photo on the bottom of page 3. Hmmm.