My boss let me use her invites for a couple of fashion week parties the other night, as she didn't want to go. I have mixed feelings towards them, because I don't know anyone, and all the women out-glam me, so I tend to waft around the room alone, drinking wine and scarfing down hors d'ouevres, and people-watching. I figure there are worse ways to spend an evening, right? Anyway, some folks I spotted the other night:
Emily Mortimer, so pretty but incredibly frail-looking:
Lake Bell, also lovely:
the Tins (they wouldn't let anyone pass through the lobby for about five minutes while she was photographed)
also Mischa Barton, dazzlingly pretty in person, though I can't get the picture to copy. Now if I can just find someone fun to come with me to the next one...