They brought up the lights after the Lhuillier smackdown and the crowd of about 4,763 made for the exit like they were giving away free cheese. Much as I enjoy clothes as they were meant to be -- lumpy ass-free and set to mesmerizing beats -- this signals the start of the real show for me, free range and salt stained. Luckily, even without pushing, I was able to keep on eye on my first victim, above, because she was literally above, easily 6' of blackness in flat shoes. She denied being a model but, my friends, let's look at the evidence: Spotted at a fashion show (!), commitment to severe monochrome, elements of leather including racing gloves, hair, Clint Eastwood poncho. Pretty damning. Damn pretty also.