I was quite the vision: starched hair, my mug painted with shimmering terra cotta bronzer, and sporting a custom-made tuxedo shirt in periwinkle (to match the subtle shadow in the corners of my eyes). Monsieur Fashion Critic was poised on the red carpet to drool, gush, plotz, and possibly tinkle...
Posted February 28, 2008 | 04:58 PM (EST)