Glamour held a party last night called "Fashion Gives Back" which I attended with accomplished photojournalist Nikola Tamindzic. The idea of the party was some complicated financial arrangement whereby victims of malaria are somehow benefited by victims of fashion. (Limited-edition cures for the maximum killer of women and children!) We were panic-stricken by the sea of prominently cheekboned, indeterminately familiar faces until we saw one person we knew: Cory Kennedy! She's just got one more year of high school left. I asked if she was taking, like, trigonometry this year or what. "No, just math." She expressed sympathy. "I don't know who anyone is either," she said. "Though Tara Subkoff just left." Not that I would have recognized her! Anyhow, because Nikola doesn't retain boldface names and I never knew any to begin with, I got to tap dozens of bronzed shoulders (and tanorexia=v. hot right now) and inquire, "Who are you?" Which almost everyone was charmingly good-natured about...

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