Project Runway star Arthur Folasa Ah Loo fatally shot at anti-Trump protest

Fashion designer Arthur Folasa Ah Loo has been shot dead at an anti-Trump protest.
The former Project Runway contestant, 39, appeared on the reality show in 2019.
Ah Loo, who was from Samoa, was also known for co-founding Creative Pacific, a nonprofit that champions the Pacific Islands in the arts.
Over the weekend No Kings protests swept the United States, with an estimated five million people gathering to express their opposition to Donald Trump's policies.
However, when attending one of the protests in Utah, Ah Loo was shot and killed after being caught in the line of fire.
The Salt Lake City Police Department explained that after armed peacekeepers saw a man retrieve an AR-15- style rifle from a backpack, he began running towards the crowd with the weapon 'held in a firing position'.
After the officer fired three rounds, they injured the suspect, but also fatally struck Ah Loo, who later died in hospital.
The man with the rifle – Arturo Gamboa – has since been charged with murder. https://www.instagram.com/p/DK96Dlist6V/?hl=en&img_index=2
'Our victim was not the intended target but rather an innocent bystander participating in the demonstration,' Salt Lake City police chief Brian Redd said. More Trending
In recent years Ah Loo had dressed the likes of Auli'i Cravalho and cast members of The Real Housewives of Salt Lake City.
Paying tribute to the designer on social media, Moana star Cravalho said there were 'no words to hold the grief of losing' him.
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'Your artistry will never be forgotten; and neither will your peaceful protest. My deepest condolences, sympathies and Aloha to his family, and all who felt his impact,' she added.
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