Her.

February 7, 2006 in Fashion/Beauty/Such

When I went to the NY Fashion Week four years ago — I saw her at the Luca Luca show. Dressed in a super-tiny black dress with teensy sparkles sprinkled on it – she posed for the photographers like a pro. What struck me most about her were her lips. There was something, weirdly odd about them. As though they didn’t really belong to her face. They kinda just jutted out, and hung there. Limp. Blood red and glossy. The photographers wouldn’t leave her alone and she didn’t want them to leave her alone. She grabbed whoever walked infront of her, air-kissed, exclaimed “fabulous, fabulous” and forced them next to her urging the photographers to click away.

I later learnt she was an old-timer. She used to be a professional model and was a nobody now. So she came to fashion shows twice a year to stay in the news and recharge her fame-fodder level. I winced when she walked out in the chilling winter frost to pose for more paparazzi waiting outside the Bryant Park tents.

Yesterday, I saw her again. I was walking out of a show and it was deja vu. Chilling winds, a tiny black dress, high heels. Bundled up in my warm coat, I watched the illusive her posing for the photographers outside the tents. A page-boy followed her powdering her face and re-painting her lipstick every few minutes as if her lips magically dried off or absorbed the color. This time, in addition to her limp limps- I spotted a curiously saggy forehead that looked as if it had been molded in clay to stay upright. And pulled out cheeks – as though there were pins behind her ears holding up her cheeks. I heard “fabulous” in faint strains as I walked further from the tents. I glanced back one last time to see her air-kiss and disappear in the crowds.