
This summer I was fortunate enough to SEE Nate with my very own two eyes at Laguardia Airport. I was waiting for a flight to Chi-town, and guess what--so was he! I was with a heterosexual male friend, so when I came zipping back to our seats at the gate to breathlessly exclaim the Nate Berkus and I had just scanned the same magazine rack, that he stood riiight behind me in the Hudson News line, AND that he had caved and snatched up Us weekly last minute :), my friend looked at me like I had 10 heads and said, "who is Nate Berkus?" He refused to concede that Nate Berkus could be any sort of celebrity personality if he was only famous through Oprah. We agreed to disagree, and I tried my hardest not to stare and to contain my glee when I saw he was on our flight.
But here is the most important part of this sighting, and the take away lesson. His outfit (which I remember so flawlessly because, yup, I wrote it down). He wore a faded neon orage fitted teeshirt accompaigned by very pale yellow jeans. On his feet where brown loafers -- sockless, and a pair of aviators pulling at the neck of his tee. In his hand was a huge Louis Vuitton travel bag, VERY broken in. Traveling perfection. Sigh.
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