St. Louis is not known for its fashion sense. (Is a Cardinals cap with a Budweiser shirt and black sweatpants a fashion statement?) But the city is still trying to throw down a serious fashion week. I wasn’t too excited about it at first, but now that I know Kimora Lee Simmons and her tackilicious reality show is coming to town, well this, this I gotta see!
I’ve already regaled my readers a-many o’ times about how Kimora is from my native St. Louis and grew up in Florissant, Mo. where I spent my high school years. I think my mother once met her mother and I think I had a hairdresser who knew her mother, but that was the closest I ever got to her. I’ve followed her career since she hit it big as a teenager and was shocked (SHOCKED, I tell you!) when all the hype was taken away and she was just as tacky and crazy as every other Negro in St. Louis.
I should not have been surprised by this, but I’d already put in my head at 15 that she was some classy high fashion model, not a tacky person doing a bad impression of a classy person with a garish handbag. But jokes aside, I still like her. Yeah, she’s arrogant and abusive and kind of insane. But if I still openly claim other questionable people known for their mix of the “high and ghetto” (Prince, Whitney Houston, Tyra Banks, Mariah Carey, etc.), I can still love Kimora. So maybe I’ll make an effort to crash fashion week and say hello. I know she’ll just ignore me and scream out who let in the loud, pushy black woman who keeps correcting her grammar, but I’ve got a better chance at meeting her than Prince.
He snuck in and out of those concerts in a box, people. A box.
I never had a chance.