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I would love to write a review of the Zac Posen show, but I work with the designer and think that would be what they call a conflict of interest. But I will say that Diddy, Rachel Zoe and Anna Wintour all left nodding their heads approvingly with smiles on their faces. (Ok, that last part is a total lie; everyone knows Anna Wintour doesn’t smile).

One of the highlights of the show — next to the gorgeous Le Smoking suit that I would kill to own if I were 5′11″, 120 lbs. and 19 years old — was model Karen Elson.

Smoking Jumpsuit

Karen has been busy over the past few years, marrying that White Stripe, having babies and touring with Citizens Band. Now she’s slowly making her way back to the catwalk.

She was set to close the F/W 08 Zac Posen show in a beautiful “Dove Gown” but as Karen walked out, the shoes that so many girls before her had stumbled in tripped her up. Literally. She teetered for a moment and it looked like she might catch her balance, but she ultimately went down. Remember that episode of Sex of the City when Carrie became “Fashion Roadkill”?

Carrie Bradshaw as Fashion Roadkill

It was like that. When Karen finally got to her feet with a shake of the head and a shrug, the entire audience was cheering her on. She managed to laugh, but you could tell she was shaken. From where I was sitting, I could see her mouthing to the designer backstage “I’m so sorry…I’m just so sorry…” just before the final bow.

Karen Elson as Fashion Roadkill

I guess that means models — even fabulous models with little Striped babies — are people, too.

On another note, the after party was at the new NY outpost of nightclub Mansion, which was clearly not ready for such an early opening. The floors were unfinished, the ceiling wires were exposed and there was no need for the fashion crowd to make use of the “tabletop mirror” that came with the Zac Posen invitation: the paint fumes alone could get you high. Luckily, the pot smoke wafting from Diddy’s crew’s table combined with the contortionist and gospel choir made such imperfections unnoticeable. If only because we were all a little stoned by proximity.