nerdenvogue.blogspot.com about Barbara at Gores Hobeika:

Anyway Barbara was cute but we didn’t have much time to chat. After making a slight ordeal of trying to get her shoes to fit properly and me running around to find tape and foam-we had success. The second change was also a success.
Then she came back to change quickly to head off to the Etam show. She had warned me she had to rush off before the Georges show was even over.
She then asked me zip up her leather pants, which was placed in the back. I went to touch the zipper pull and it literally just slipped off between my fingers. It was for sure a gonner. Now I don’t like to curse but I won’t lie…my first thought: Oh Sh—. Then I stood there for a moment, wondering in my head how I was going to break the news to her. Finally I just looked at her and said “It just fell off.”
Panic spread across her face, I though for sure she was going to cry. I was with her—I kinda thought I may vomit too. She looked at me, waiting for ME to figure out a solution. I tried to see if I could get back on. No hope. I asked my friend Stacey to recruit some help. She gave us a pin. That was not going to work. The zipper was located precisely over her butt crack. Fabulous. Finally one of the head dressers offered to sew them up for her. So he literally sewed them sewn onto her body. I tried to help by running around to find all her belongings so she could easily get out the door. Then of course the show ended, crowds of people swarmed and interviewers and paparazzi were lined up to talk with her and take pictures. One of the assistants of the production told them she could not talk and had another show to be at. I could see the sad look in her eyes. I also knew she was getting on a mo-ped to hit the next show. Finally I decided to sneak through the swarm of people and said to her…”Do you want my sweater?”
She looked at me slightly surprised “To keep?” 
“Yes, please do! Really!” 
“Thank you soo much. I’m sorry!”She smiled.
“No I’m sorry!”
And she was off. It was the least I could do. My sweater covered it perfectly. Regardless, I just prayed that one she would make it in time to the Etam show and the pants would hold up!
I still cannot believe that actually happened.
I know it doesn’t seem like a big deal but to me it was. I just felt so responsible! I wish I could buy her a new pair of pants. But I have a feeling that tracking her down will be slightly difficult…