This orange-hued Paris Hilton sighting was sent in by a Socialite Life reader:
So, how do I begin? My hands are still shaking. I was shopping at Bergdorf Goodman’s right before closing, on level 5, contemporary wear. I rounded the corner to the shoe department and I see a small crowd “oohing” and “awing” over a dog. Then I see a tiny chihuahua in an adorable pink dress having a look around, her toes tapping on the marble floor. Then I see her, golden blonde hair, unsightly orange tan, radiant. I am suddenly overcome with anxiety and begin to shake, adrenaline rushes through me. She is less than five feet away from me. This is my first celebrity sighting, ever. I had always promised myself that if I ever saw a celebrity, I wouldn’t stare or gawk or make myself noticeable. So, I didn’t.
I couldn’t calm myself so I started to browse the shoes when I saw the most awesome pair of LuLu Guinness kitten heel pumps. Paris walks a few steps over to the boots and shouts “How hard or these? I need to find stuff for my show!” and I think “Oh, God.” and her entourage is fawning over the dog, and her mom is chatting to someone. I walk over to a distracted salesgirl and ask her for the shoes in a size 8 1/2, and then I sit my fabulous-self down, look up once at Paris inspecting some tall black boots, then pretend not to notice her.
The salesgirl returns, I am putting on the shoes, and Tinkerbell is trotting right past me, as Paris moves by, as well. I don’t look up. I am shaking. I wanted to tie her up and put her in my purse. I wanted her to notice me. I wanted her to say “Hey, you shop at Bergdorf’s too, let’s be friends”. And then she was gone. I paid for the shoes, and I was shaking so badly I could not make my own signature. I casually continued to shop, but she was long gone. She looks a lot better in person. Except for that nasty orange tan.
Everyone gets a little star struck.
This article was originally published on November 15, 2004.