I loved Versace. Loved Donatella, loved the PR girl from LA that handled the celebrities...Guido, Pat, Julian Faetsma, Helge, Hampus, this other boy who's name I can't remember...loved it. And I can't believe how foreign it is for me to see models on the runway now. Girls or guys. It's like I completely forgot what it is they actually do. I rarely see shows anymore, once I get first looks I'm gone. So stumbling on to this clip late last-night was a treat. And it's hysterical to see the guys so serious.
And would someone please tell me the name of this little British kid that Pat and I are so crazy about? If you look quickly you may catch him in the show. He's about half way through and he's got on a white muscle-T with black cigarette smoke on it and he's wearing sunglasses. He told me his name a dozen times, I don't know how it never stuck. (I've gotta lay off the smoke.) He's so major.