My Glamorama experience, in a nutshell: Lots of cowboy hats and sparkly shirts—and a midget zooming by on a scooter.

(Actually, he might have been a dwarf. I’m sure someone will write in and correct me, so I’ll just say right now that I’m not sure which category he falls into. He was small. That much I know. He is part of the MusikMafia, the country supergroup fronted by Gretchen Wilson, Big and Rich, and the rappin’ Cowboy Troy, who all played at the main runway event. Who knew that Chicago people would lose their cool during the song “Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy?”)

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Glamorama Yee-Haw

My Glamorama experience, in a nutshell: Lots of cowboy hats and sparkly shirts—and a midget zooming by on a scooter.

(Actually, he might have been a dwarf. I’m sure someone will write in and correct me, so I’ll just say right now that I’m not sure which category he falls into. He was small. That much I know. He is part of the MusikMafia, the country supergroup fronted by Gretchen Wilson, Big and Rich, and the rappin’ Cowboy Troy, who all played at the main runway event. Who knew that Chicago people would lose their cool during the song “Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy?”)

My Glamorama experience, in a nutshell: Lots of cowboy hats and sparkly shirts—and a midget zooming by on a scooter.

(Actually, he might have been a dwarf. I’m sure someone will write in and correct me, so I’ll just say right now that I’m not sure which category he falls into. He was small. That much I know. He is part of the MusikMafia, the country supergroup fronted by Gretchen Wilson, Big and Rich, and the rappin’ Cowboy Troy, who all played at the main runway event. Who knew that Chicagoans would lose their cool during the song “Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy?”)

If you have no idea what Glamorama is, it’s a big social event with a fashion theme: there’s a runway show sponsored by Macy’s (formerly Marshall Field’s), and a packed after-party on the seventh floor of the State Street store. The after-party is always very crowded, and I always love it because people drink too much and do silly things. One of those was giving the midget a scooter; he was zooming around with a model hitched to the back. True story. I can provide a witness.

The fashion was ho-hum. Some lovely dresses from Donna Karan. Bad quilted pants for men from Just Cavalli. Tea length skirts from Calvin Klein. Lots of three-quarter gloves in collections by Calvin Klein and Marc Jacobs.

The most interesting portion of the evening was my chat with Wilson, the country singer from downstate Illinois. We talked about, get this, country music and style. I’ll post that interview separately.


Cat Cora, who hosted the after party, in Donna Karan. Lovely dress. But Cat, what was up with that mealy gazpacho?

Cowboy hats, everywhere!

I know how models stay thin: They stand outside and smoke cigarettes.

A model struts the catwalk.

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