At 5:27 pm today, on the uptown 6 train, there chatting with her a peroxide blonde friend (not a model) was the faaaaaabulous Coco Rocha....wearing a navy and white gingham shirt, white cuffed shorts and black t-strapped ballet flats. She also had a small gold bag slung across her shoulder and black sunglasses pushed on top of her head to anchor that ballsy, bright red hair. Except for a couple of zits on her forehead and cheeks, she had flawless, poreless skin. Absolutely gorge face without a trace of make-up.
I was standing by the door so she brushed past me when she got off the 23rd street stop. I am not washing my shirt, ever!!