Last night's attempt at the Marc Jacobs mainline show fell flat on its face. It went something like this. Me: "Hi..." Them: "No." But today at Marc by Marc Jacobs things went a little more smoothly. I ran into model Johanes Linder outside. We'd never met before, but funnily enough he recognised me from that interview I did back in January for French TV - the "Le Dondee Steeeeeeel" one. Turns out it made its way onto German TV too. That brings the amount of major European countries I look like a complete jackass in to two (no doubt plenty more to come). So Johanes and I were chatting about New York, the interview and fashion week, when I asked if he had a spare backstage pass. "Don't worry about that," he said, "come with me." We walked up the stairs and past security to the check in desk. "Hi can I get a backstage pass for my brother?" I choked back a cough, all the while attempting to look as blonde haired and blue eyed (ie. Aryan poster boy) as possible.
The lady looked at him, looked at me, frowned, looked at me, looked at him, then radioed for support. "We have a situation here." A small guy with glasses was on the scene in seconds. Johanes spoke again. "My brother needs a backstage pass." The guy laughed. "You two aren't brothers. But it's fine, he can come in." I thanked him and walked in. Then, turning, I put on my best German accent. "I vass adopted. But vee don't like to talking about it.