more from Simon Doonan about KK's absence from presenting him his award.
"Monday night found me at the Grand Hyatt impersonating a supermodel who is half my age and twice my height. The occasion? The American Image Awards, benefiting St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital.
Here’s the good news: Yours truly was one of the honorees. Yay! I love awards. I have lots of them and I definitely want more. The contemporary notion of being “humbled” by awards—this seems to be the standard acceptance mode in Hollywood—is incomprehensible to me. No matter how obscure the presenting body, I like trophies and Lucite obelisks with my name engraved upon them and take a prideful enjoyment in receiving them.
The bad news: My presenter was a no-show. The lovely
Karolina Kurkova was scheduled to present the Fashion Maverick Award to me, and had cancelled days before the ceremony. (Like any well-brought-up Czech gal, she sent a note and an orchid.) Unable to find a substitute supermodel, my only recourse was to pass myself off as one and then present the award to … myself. I told the assembled luminaries—
Free to Be … You and Me frauMarlo Thomas and her hubby, former talk-show titan Phil Donahue, designer Betsey Johnson, Jones New York C.E.O. Peter Boneparth and Barneys’ Howard Socol, to name a few—that I was, in fact, none other than Ms. Kurkova. When this didn’t work, I broke down and admitted that she wasn’t coming. I then accused the lissome lovely of having rushed back to her homeland to avail herself of some cut-price socialized dentistry. I suspect I will probably be rushing back to the U.K. for some cut-price bridgework after she knocks my teeth out."
LOL
source:
http://www.observer.com/20060529/20060529_Simon_Doonan_culture_simonsays.asp