And yet there she was, surrounded by the trappings of fame: swathed in a white cotton robe, basking in the glow of a ring light while a makeup artist applied dabs of foundation to her face, which was framed by tousled waves of honey-colored hair, and surrounded by racks of dresses and fur coats with vertiginous black heels neatly lined up underneath. All this in preparation for her to attend the Michael Kors fashion show that afternoon at Lincoln Center.