Anything the models can do, we can do . . . horribly, horribly wrong
What was it like to be in the presence of so many legendary supermodels at one time? I believe the word is "spectacle." Think Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade but plus supermodels and minus balloons (and minus marching bands and the NYPD on Harleys and Santa bringing up the rear and creepy lip-synching children dressed as flowers). In any case Extra Mustard's Andy Gray and I tried not to make our rookie status too obvious. Some day I'll nail the red carpet kissyface.