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It will be crowded again in the front row. The A-listers are spinning around their boxes and chirpily assembling the wardrobe for the circus called Fashion Week. On the eve of the New York spectacle, we introduce you to the habitués of the frow.
The A is for Anna, that's an easy one.
That could be Anna Wintour, or Anna dello Russo. In the past, there was the flamboyant Anna Piaggi. The name Anna does well in the modeling world.
From A to Bee, which stands for Bee Shaffer, the daughter of Anna Wintour. With the most powerful fashion mama in the world, you are guaranteed a spot in the middle of the front row. Because yes folks, there is also a hierarchy in the front row. The middle and preferably on the left side upon entry, that's where you need to be.
The C is for Carine Roitfeld, once the intellectual equal of La Anna and editor-in-chief of Vogue Paris. Carine now has her own magazine CR and styles herself like crazy. The coolest grandma of them all is guaranteed the best spot. Coat over the shoulders, no bag, heels to the sky, and lovely smudgy eyes.
The D is for David Beckham, the pet of every designer. And then just hope he brings arm candy Harper along and looks so cute that even Anna Wintour couldn't help herself and Instagrammed a selfie of him and her.
The E is for Emanuelle Alt, the FBFF (the Former-BFF of Carine Roitfeld) now rules Vogue Paris. She also sits on the frow, but preferably out of sight of Carine. The wounds are still too fresh for greetings or nods.
The F is for Fiona Hering, the best fashion journalist in our country. We are already looking forward to a great afterparty.
The G is for Grace Coddington, the most modest woman of all and the one who belongs there the most.
The H is for Heidi Klum, pregnant or not, for the fourth time with a different man or not.
The I is for Ines de la Fressange, the woman who elevated French style to an art and captured the tricks in a book; La Parisienne.
J is for Johannes Huebl. Or for Justin Bieber or for Janice Dickinson although she didn't get in at Chanel. Janet Jackson also sometimes lands at the Armani show in Milan.
K is for Kimye. Period.
The L is for Lenny Kravitz, the father of Zoë. For those under thirty; a bassist slash singer and once the man of Lisa Bonet.
M is for Miranda Kerr, sometimes she walks, sometimes she sits in the front row, sometimes she is just a bit late as was the case at the last show of Marc Jacobs for Louis Vuitton.
The N is for Naomi Campbell, if you're not careful, she climbs onto the catwalk and still walks the best of everyone. But in the front row, it also makes a beautiful picture.
O is for Olivia Palermo. To be spotted next to fiancé Johannes Huebl. They both look absolutely stunning there. It's just that they are so nice and pretty otherwise you might get sick of it.
P is for Paris Hilton. Where clothing, music, and a glass of soda come together, Paris is at her best.
Q The q is for the next celeb whose name starts with a q and takes the frow. Never encountered anyone with a q there.
The R is for Rachel Zoe, before and after her own show she cozies up on the bench with her fellow designers. She is also still a stylist after all.
The S is for Sarah Jessica Parker, my front row favorite. My whatever and whatever favorite actually.
The T is for Trish Halpin, the editor in chief of Marie Claire UK.
U is for Uma Thurman, who likes to watch how her young successors are doing.
The V is for Victoria Beckham. Unless she is too busy with her own line.
The W is for Will and Willow Smith. Next to stylish Jada, it's nice to be up front.
The x is for see Q
The Y is for Yolanthe. Yes, she of Sneijder-Cabau to Casbergen. Truly, a nice spot is kept warm for her but I have also seen her sitting on a shabby step (a step, a STEP) at Missoni in Milan.
The Z is for Zoë Kravitz, daughter of my once so beloved dream duo Lenny Kravitz and Lisa Bonet. But the love is long gone and I am so old that I have to explain to my colleagues who Lisa Bonet was. They have never even heard of the Cosby Show.
