Over the past year, he's gone from being just another pretty face in the Nobu crowd to a gossip-page regular. There he is in the New York Post's "Page Six," cavorting into the wee hours with models attached to his hip; the next day he's popping up on the E! Channel, holding court inside a new nightspot's VIP room, or flashing a disarming smile as Entertainment Tonight's cameras glide across the front row of a chic fashion show.
In fact listening to the trials of Being Eli Mizrahi would be insufferable if he weren't simultaneously so eminently gracious about his newfound fame. While it's easy to think of him as simply this season's It Boy, a male version of Paris Hilton, he shares little of his high-stepping counterpart's open disdain for the Prada-deficient masses.
