"Looks like they imported some gays for this thing, probably from Dallas," says my buddy, standing next to me atFashion Week Live
, the biggest attempt at runway action I've ever seen in Houston. We're surrounded by glitterati of all sorts, and yes, much to my friend's excitement, there are quite a few over-the-top gays in the mix, wearing outfits that might be described as "outer space meets trailer trash."
Sprawled inside a large tent at the base of the Galleria-area water wall — which, I must say, has never looked so cool, not even during countless homecoming and wedding photos — the space is reminiscent of New York's Bryant Park, although celebrities such as Paris and Lindsay are replaced with the likes of Carolyn Farb and some huge dude who I assume plays for the Texans.
The evening begins with cocktails and cocktails and cocktails, followed by a slowly staggering lurch towards the runway area in back, where, after an interminable, cocktail-free period, host Naomi Campbell comes out and starts up the show. (Feel free to insert your own phone-chucking joke here.)
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And then come the models, showing off couture from Marc Jacobs, Anne Klein, Anna Sui, Donna Karan, David Chu, Zac Posen and tons of other designers. After the show, everyone -- gays, straights, men and woman alike -- can't stop talking about the clothes, especially the way one dress accidentally showed a model's nipple and another gave some well-positioned photographers a shot of a Brazilian.
For what you'd expect to be a tight-assed crowd, everyone was really pretty friendly, showing off their clothes, taking in the sights, pretending they were somewhere, anywhere, besides a tent on the side of the West Loop. I would've taken some photos of the outfits, but I left my camera in the car, assuming there would be plenty of society shutterbugs inside, and I was correct. Plus I was wearing my metro jeans and didn't want my, um, style cramped.
Of course, none of this would've been possible without the event's sponsors, which we now list, with a few extra companies thrown in for no apparent reason:
Sephora, Mercedes Benz, Joe's Crab Shack, Swarovski, Lycra, the Rip Cord, DHL, AT&T, Houston 420, Mo�t & Chandon, Saks Fifth Avenue, Lupe's Tire and Muffler Shop, Amschwand Sarcoma Cancer Foundation, Modern Luxury Magazines, Asian Massage Therapy and Paper City Magazine. — Keith Plocek