When a PR flack bolts from his post at the front door of Vivienne Westwood Red Label and goes sprinting down the street, you know that the celebrity wattage is about to get turned way up. But inside, guests tapped their feet as several front-row seats remained empty, awaiting famous bottoms. Which random British starlet was holding up the show this time? we wondered.
But when none other than the Queen of Pop, Janet Jackson, emerged slowly from backstage to take her seat, dragging a swarm of buzzing paparazzi, we forgave the delay. Wearing tweed and a slightly taken-aback look, she created such a kerfuffle that the photographers ignored Naomi Campbell for a whole minute when she strutted out in a puff of black marabou in Ms. Jackson's wake.
When will the photographers ever ignore NAOMI CAMPBELL to photograph your fave?
