By Mark La Monica
Monday was a rather disappointing day, Famous Faces-wise.
I met food-eschewing actress Kate Bosworth, tennis stud Roger Federer, actress Milena Govich ("Conviction") and the Hilton sisters. Just one problem with that: I met them all through the laptops of other media people here in the tents.
And when I read the morning papers and Web sites, it turns out I missed my star crush Emmanuelle Chriqui at a show over the weekend. (She plays Sloane on HBO's "Entourage."
That was a severe Bald Bull uppercut to my life's dreams right there. Now I'm mad at the world and am staging a serious stakeout at the backstage entrance to The Tent before the Bill Blass show which starts at 11.
I need me some Famous Faces. I mean, honestly. Who comes to Fashion Week to look at regular people?
I've got 4 brand-new AA batteries, which based on previous experience, will likely last me all of four pictures. I am considering going hardcore paparazzi-style, but I've only got one day's worth of stubble on my face, good water wax in my hair and a nice buttondown shirt. Later in the week, I'll wear the ripped T-shirt, mesh hat backwards and have that unshaven, straggly look. Then I'll be Joey Paparazzi and I can legitimately scream at celebrities to get them to look at my camera.