LeAnn Rimes & Eddie Cibrian Cause A Stir At NY Fashion Week, So Does Lindsay Lohan
Apparently New York Fashion Week was wall-to-wall with people who had no taste and the pap-crush was very focused on the tackiest celebrities in attendance. There were some people who were noteworthy; for example, Victoria Beckham spent this weekend holding her baby daughter in her bare hands like a tote bag (Beckham’s also returned to a size 0 only weeks after giving birth). However, most of the interesting people, movie stars and their dates, were absentee because they were caught up with the Toronto International Film Festival and their premieres.
Being starved for real celebrities, unemployed Lindsay Lohan and the pair of cheaters in Eddie Cibrian and LeAnn Rimes were enough to incite a mini-riot amongst excitable fashionistas at the Cynthia Rowley show and the Monique Lhuillier show respectively. The Fug Girls for NY Mag suffered the pap-crush and reported with an appropriate mocking tone.
The reason for all that shoving? The arrival of… LeAnn Rimes and Eddie Cibrian. No, really. He is basically famous for allegedly cheating on his old wife with his current one on the set of a Lifetime movie, and the two of them practically caused a Bieber-size ruckus. It says something that the two biggest press crushes we’ve seen so far this Fashion Week have revolved around them and Lindsay Lohan, and that something is, “Maybe we’re all reading too much Us Weekly.” Cibrian was doing his Playboy Club poor-man’s-Don-Draper look, and she seemed to be thinking about what she wanted to tweet next. We hope it was, “Dear Rose McGowan, sorry we almost got you killed. Love your dress.”
We were still toasting in the glow of Nigel Barker’s hotness when, right before the lights went down, a platinum-and-orange waif in tiny trousers, massive shades, and hypnotically puffy lips burst forth from backstage, hustling to a front-row seat with ruthless efficiency (and several security guards). For one glorious, confusing moment, we — and, we later learned, everyone in the rows around us — thought this walking creamsicle had to be Donatella Versace. Then, the entire room full of journalists sat ramrod straight and let out excited, disbelieving, four-letter expletives as we all realized this was actually Lindsay Freaking Lohan.
We then simultaneously commenced trying to figure out if she was wearing pants. (They were shorts. Small ones. Very, very small ones.) The take-home here for Lindsay should be that we all initially mistook her for somebody much crispier who is thirty years her senior, but we suspect instead she will mentally gloss over that part and focus only on how fast the crowd of blasé, already-burned-out fashionistas whipped out their smartphones and overloaded AT&T service. One photographer even went so far as to walk down onto the runway — which we’d been expressly forbidden to do, given that it was mirrored — and get in her face to take a photo, prompting event organizers to confiscate both his camera (which looked more expensive than her extensions) and his credentials, which they ripped from his neck with soap-operatic verve.
The room applauded, led by Lindsay herself, as she settled into her seat between a shell-shocked-seeming Leigh Lezark — we feel you, Leigh — and Lindsay’s companion, who is either a Johnny Depp superfan or an actual pirate. Seriously, he had the long hair and the scruff and the vest flapping over a mostly-open shirt… all he was missing was a parrot and an eye-patch, although we’d bet Lindsay has a couple of those floating around her hotel room somewhere.
Here’s a Twitter photo of Rimes dragging her bored-looking second husband to dinner this weekend. She’s thrusting the camera under Cibrian’s nose and he’s clearly had enough. She admits as much in her tweet, saying, “He couldn’t take a “normal” pic so……guess he’s saying what he wants tonight!!!!!” In the second photo, she’s heading to the Lhuillier show with a simple up-do in another belted animal print outfit.
PHOTO CREDIT – LEANN RIMES TWITTER
