For a snippet of fashion-world fakery, here’s me hovering in a small gaggle who are trying to gain access to Mizrahi’s show. The resultant miniature bitch-fest appears to occur because we’re not on the guest-list. But in reality (and unknown to the hapless real-world front-desk employees to whom we’re being snippety), the bitch-fest occurs because we’re not actual show-goers at all: we’re actors employed just to give a hard time to these real-world employees, while Mizrahi’s own documentary director’s camera records us discreetly from nearby, to suggest how sought-after were tickets to Mizrahi’s own show.
Who would have suspected there was such a cheeky level of artifice in the fashion world?…
I could have pitched in and spoken rudely to the door people, but I didn’t want to (they were probably being insulted from all directions)—so I was content to turn this appearance into just an “H&P” booking (i.e. “Hover & Pout”), while letting the other actors move in for the verbal kill.