I get the opportunity to see a lot of celebrities at New York Fashion Week. Most are starlets (or tartlets, as I prefer to call them) with a new TV show to promote on a network I've never heard of. But last night at Monique Lhuillier, my eyes were distracted by a gentlemen who was a tall drink of grape Fanta. Eddie Cibrian was just as beautiful as any of the dresses on the runway. OK, more gorgeous. Finally, a celebrity I care about. Now back to other pretty things.