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We’ll probably have to push and shove sitting front row. The thought of sitting front row makes A-listers go moist, and they’re already putting together a wardrobe for the circus that is called Fashion Week. Right before the start of this NY mayhem, we introduce to you the frow’s habitués.
The A is for Anna, an easy one.
Which is either Anna Wintour or Anna dell Russo. There used to be bird of paradise Anna Piaggi. The name Anna seems to work marvellously in fashion.
From A to Bee for Bee Shaffer, Anna Wintour’s daughter. With the most powerful mother in fashion you’re rest assured to sit halfway front row. Because yes people, there’s a hierarchy at the frow. Sitting halfway, and preferably on the left side upon entering is where you’ll want to sit.
The C is for Carine Roitfeld, one the intellectual adversary of La Anna and editor-in-chief of Vogue Paris. Nowadays, Carine has her own magazine CR, and she’s styling like there’s no tomorrow. The coolest grand mum of all is also rest assured a good spot. Coat hanging from the shoulders, no bag, towering heels, and great smudgy eyes.
The D is for David Beckham, every designers’ favourite pet. Let’s hope he brings along arm candy Harper, which makes him look so adorable that even Anna Wintour couldn’t resist taking a selfie with him on Instagram.
The E is for Emanuelle Alt, the FBFF (Carine Roitfeld’s Former-BFF) who now reigns over Vogue Paris. She’ll also sit on the frow, though preferably nowhere near Carine. Saying hi or nodding is still too painful.
The F is for Fiona Hering, the greatest fashion journalist of the country. We’re already looking forward to that amazing after party.
The G is for Grace Coddington, the most humble woman of all, and the one who belongs there most.
The H is for Heidi Klum, pregnant or not, for the fourth time with another man or not.
The I is for Ines de la Fressange, the woman that elevated the French style to an art, and recapped the tricks to do this in a book: La Parisienne.
The J is for Johannes Huebl. Or Justin Bieber. Or Janice Dickinson, though she didn’t manage to get into Chanel. Janet Jackson sometimes happens to visit an Armani show in Milan.
The K is for Kimye. Period.
The L is for Lenny Kravitz, Zoë’s father. For the older ones amongst us, a bassist slash singer, and once Lisa Bonet’s husband.
M for Miranda Kerr, sometimes walking the runway herself, at other times sitting front row, sometimes being too late like Marc Jacobs for Louis Vuitton’s last show.
The N is for Naomi Campbell, who climbs the runway when you’re not paying attention, and still walks the best of them all. But she also looks simply picturesque sitting front row.
The O is for Olivia Palermo. Recognisably alongside her fiancé Johannes Huebl. The two just sit there being unbelievably gorgeous. They’re so kind and handsome, otherwise it would’ve been simply nauseating.
The P is for Paris Hilton. There where there’s clothing, music, and a glass of bubbly, there’s Paris.
The Q is for the next celeb whose name starts with a Q and sits on the frow. I’ve never bumped into any Qs there.
The R is for Rachel Zoe, she joins her colleague designers before and after her own show. Don’t forget, she’s also a stylist.
The S is for Sarah Jessica Parker, my front row favourite. My anywhere, whatever favourite, really.
The T is for Trish Halpin, Marie Claire UK’s editor-in-chief.
The U is for Uma Thurman, who likes to see how her younger successors are doing.
The V is for Victoria Beckham. Unless she’s too busy with her own line.
The W is for Will and Willow Smith. Beside stylish Jada, it’s a pleasant frow.
The X is for see Q
The Y is for Yolanthe. Yes, that Sneijder-Cabau turned Casbergen. Trust me, someone’s keeping a spot reserved for her. Though one time, I saw her sit on measly stairs (stairs, you hear me? STAIRS) at a Missoni show in Milan.
The Z is for Zoë Kravitz, the daughter of my once dear dream duo Lenny Kravitz and Lisa Bonet. But the love is long gone, and I’m already so old that I had to explain to my colleagues who Lisa Bonet was. They haven’t even heard of the Cosby show.
