14:59

If you ask my parents what their only daughter's life long dream is, they would probably not know. What they do know is that I am addicted to fame. Shallow, sure, but I am utterly fascinated by it. Why are some celeb's 15 minutes longer than others? And what the hell happened to Alex Mack? I am always on top of the latest news on Britney BUT I can also tell you all of the aspects of the Presidential debates/caucuses/polls etc...I can tell you the latest fashion's from Milan as well as how badly the economy is doing. And not to sound too self indulgent I have a wicked sense of humor. It was said sense of humor (read: dorkiness) that got me to 14:59.

New York Fashion Week (read post below), oh how I love and loathe thee. On one of the better days, ie. Tuesday, I felt important, accomplished and "cool." I went backstage for the Tibi show (first of all, getting backstage passes made me feel ultimately cool) and interviewed the designer, Saleisha from ANTM and an extremely socially awkward model from Vancouver. After I interviewed the newest model sensation Saleisha, I was approached by a camera crew who was following her around, they asked me a few questions, made me sign a release form and said "OK look for yourself on television!"

My next brush with celeb status was when I was waiting in line for the Cynthia Steffe show. Blair and I were sitting on the edge of the fountain minding our own business when a young woman approached us and asked if we wouldn't mind posing for a few pictures. She then went on to say how we were totally fashionable and she asked us both some questions. Turns out, she is the Associate Fashion & Beauty Editor for Alloy (a catalog I frequently browse). I wound up on the Fashion Seen page on their website. The Editor was super sweet and we still keep in touch, and it is thanks to her that I felt famous for .5 seconds.

The next and last taste of the spotlight came when Blair and I were walking out of a show. A reporter from the New York Sun made a beeline to us and asked if she could ask us a few questions. She wanted to know if I knew my facts about the current Presidential campaign. It was, after all Super Tuesday. Contrary to the snotty reporters belief, I knew my stuff and gave some damn good answers. I caught her not writing stuff down and looking away frequently. So unprofessional. Too bad girly, I'm not a ditzy fashion slut with no brain and no opinion. I checked the next day to see if she used my quote, her article was no where to be found.

Although I have not reached paparazzi/Britney status, I hope the clock stays at 14:59 for quite some time.