Who's going to let a little thing like the elements or the street confine a true supermodel-crazy from being fabulous? Not Janice Dickinson.
She alighted at Butter the other night, and, even though it was freezing, just had to doff her coat before entering the club. She then played it like a princess, commanding some guy to cough up money for the flower man, and the doorman to "let everybody in."
Well, they did let Janice in.