Let me set the scene. It was dark, crowded, breezy and extremely dusty. It was day 2 of the music extravaganza and fashion-fueled weekend; the wind had decided to dance a little harder than everyone and menace Palm Springs. I was deep in the mammoth crowd of Pharrell fans literally 'losing myself to dance' with a bunch of my friends and a litter of über-cute 'meow' girls from Manly.
Funny thing is, I would never have noticed Cara bopping about in front of me with sister Poppy and gal-pal Sienna Miller if it wasn't for my boyfriends sharp eye for overtly bushy eyebrows - the famous Delevingne trademark.
As soon as he leant down and told me, naturally I immediately turned into a giddy, star-struck school-girl and proceeded to boogie my way to the front-right of the ladies in order to confirm the momentary sighting. And yep! Affirmative. It. Was. Her!
I'm usually quite shy around celebs and like to leave them to their business, but this time I embraced the YOLO ethos and went with the bandaid approach - quick and shameless. I approached them, introduced myself and mentioned I was a huge fan.....and disappointingly, that was it. No Instagram selfies, no autographs, no dancing like a goofball to 'Get lucky' alongside them (sad face). I mean they were friendly but I totally respected their lack of enthusiasm for me.
As a massive fan that had noticed them in a heaving crowd of party animals and had scurried back to inform and boast to my new whiskered friends - I completely understood when the trendy trio swiftly snaked their way through the crowd to escape the potential stampede of alike, Cara-obsessed followers.
So unfortunately I have no photographic evidence or a momento from Cara herself, but the memory will live on inside me forever - just like the whirlwind evening in Hollywood four years ago where I met apl.de.ap from The Black Eyed Peas, Kesha and partied with LMFAO and The Black Keys.
Thanks for the memories LA! I wonder what you will have in store for me next time?
