Last Wednesday night I had the chance to meet on of my idols, Kelly Cutrone. If you are a young professional woman and don’t know who she is, you should. She is a fashion publicist and the founder of People’s Revolution, a public relations and branding company. She can be seen on Bravo in the shows Kell on Earth, The Hills, The City, and has recently written a book called If You Have to Cry, Go Outside and Other Things Your Mother Never Told You.
I have followed her for quite some time and have always appreciated her no nonsense, kick-ass, girl power attitude and am so happy she is becoming more well-known.
So, this is my tale of meeting this fabulous person…
Last Monday, midst the hundreds of annoying newsletters I get but never seem to opt out of from Banana Republic, Norstrom’s and the like, there, in my inbox was a newsletter from Borders Books announcing the appearance of Kelly Cutrone at the Borders in Buckhead. BOOK DISCUSSION! BOOK SIGNING! MEET AND GREET! I immediately began to think about how I am going to refrain from not saying anything stupid when I meet her to ensure that we become best friends. I texted my friend Riti to see if she wanted to go – number one because I thought she might enjoy it, and number two, because she would not let me make a fool of myself (although I tend to do that from time to time on a daily basis.) For someone who has met and had the chance to hang out with a few famous people in my day, meeting Kelly was different.
On Tuesday, I asked Dayna to help me get a goodie bag together with some of our awesome cases to give to Kelly. I knew she had a Blackberry, but had no idea which one. What does Dayna do? She calls up the NYC office of People’s Revolution and ends up talking to none other than Andrew Mukamal, Kelly’s fabulous goth chic assistant who is turning into a fashion icon himself. He was super “stoked” that we were giving Kelly some of our cases and also sending some to their office. Flash forward to Wednesday (for those of you that are reading this and telling me to shut up now) I made sure to leave an hour early with case-mate goodies in hand.
We were given a “list of rules” by the Borders staff:
- Kelly will only be signing her name, no personal messages.
- Pictures in the designated picture area only.
- No holding up the line for pictures.
- We will be lining up by wristband color when she is done talking.
We filed in and watied. Our friend and co-worker from case-mate, Lucky, met us there – dressed all in black (Kelly-style).
She talked for over an hour, was hilarious, blunt, and totally cool. She took tons of Q & A’s from the crowd of about 150+ people (who I might add, are a mix of moms and daughters, hipsters, fashionistas, fashionistas that went a little overboard, and people like me who wore what they wore to work that day) and could have kept talking. She is exactly what I envisioned her to be.
We got in line after she’s done talking for the signing. 15 minutes, 30 minutes passed by and my wing women abandoned ship. I’d been standing for three hours at that point. I noticed Kelly was writing messages in people’s books, taking pictures, and chatting. I also noticed that besides the cupcakes someone brought her at the beginning of the night NO ONE was bringing her any sort of swag. I hoped she didn’t think I’m a kiss ass by bringing our fashionable cases to her…
I got up to the front of the line and had no idea what to say to her. The normal remarks of “I love your show!” or “You’re so cool!” seemed a bit elementary for a 31 year old like myself, and “You’re such an inspiration!” seemed totally cliche.
It was finally my turn. The girl behind me offered to take pictures for me. Kelly opened my book and read the name tag inside.
“Hi Emily, nice to meet you.”
“Hi Kelly, I brought you gifts. Is that tacky?”
“No way! What’d ya got?!”
I handed her the bag, told her all about case-mate, and told her Dayna talked to her assistant Andrew just hours earlier. She was surprised by this and told me she missed her peeps back in the office in NYC. Meanwhile, the girl in line behind me was snapping pictures and Kelly was positioning the case-mate bag for the camera. She wrote in my book, thanked me for the stuff I brought her, smiled, and shook my hand again.



