Spotted at the Mercedes-Benz party to kick of Fashion Week:
Michelle Tractenberg taking my front row seat at Shang in the Lower East Side, just in time to get seranaded by Donald from The Virgins.
Since the NYLON crew knows that I can be dangerously close to Blair Waldorf at times, I imagined an alternate TV universe where I was turning to Michelle, telling her “there’s only room for one Queen Bee in this town,” and sending her off to Idaho reform school.
But thankfully, I’m not Blair, Michelle’s not Georgina, and Donald is definitely not Dan Humphrey.
So I cuddled next to Michelle’s publicist instead, and we all sang along to The Virgins together.
And anyway, Michelle really needed a seat – her high heels were gigantic! And me? Converse, of course.
See? I so can’t be Blair Waldorf. xo faran