Me and Prabal
Photo: Alex Catarinella
I met my insanely talented buddy Prabal Gurung two summers ago at a gay dive bar in the East Village. Being the consummate professional fashion blogger, I had no clue he was a designer, let alone "this generation's Oscar De La Renta", as I’ve now heard it be whispered. I later learned—via, like, every fashion-outlet-in-existence the next morning—that the cause for PG's perma-smile and arms-flailing dance-floor takeover alongside his fashiony posse (who he playfully calls his "sisters") was that he'd just gotten the news hours before that Michelle Obama had rocked one of his designs. NBD. Since then, I've had the opportunity to faint onto the catwalk for two spectacular Prabal Gurung shows. Yesterday was my third, for his buzzed-about Fall 2012 collection, and you best believe it when I say, girrrrl, it was EVERYTHING and a bag of Swarovski-encrusted chips.

