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Paris Takes Notes for Us

Imagine our slack-jawed surprise to see Paris taking notes from the front row at Max Azria (it WRITES!) while Nicky sat sour-faced and bored. What gives, heiresses? We turned to each other in queasy dread: Would we have to reassess? Would our world plop off its axis and into a sea of shame?

Marc Jacobs: Totally Worth the Wait

Waiting to get into the Marc Jacobs show at the Armory tonight was like lining up for the new Star Wars, except with fashionistas instead of geeks. But the wait — and the attendant fear that we were all about to be killed in the unholy, disorganized crush of humanity — was worth it, because this was the premiere celeb spotting event of our lives.

Ten Things We Liked on Monday

Models regain their footing in a classy way and Marc Jacobs soothes the savage fashion editor on a Monday full of pleasant finds.

Tripping the Runway Fantastic

We spent the first few days of Fashion Week giddily anticipating our first glimpse of Anna Wintour. We fielded several phone calls from home asking if we’d seen The Bobbed One yet. But the answer was always a downtrodden "no." Until today.

Dim Lighting Makes Whites Brighter


We hoped that Luella's line would be quirky and adorable. Alas, it was not to be, unless you think a rehash of the eighties is either quirky or adorable.

Fashion Façade Falters at Brian Reyes

For those of us who communicate via hand gestures and scrunched faces, Fashion Week is a real exercise in restraint. Thank God for actress Tracee Ellis Ross, whose enthusiasm broke the mold at this morning's Brian Reyes show.

Stars Skip Sunbonnets, Ruffled Diapers

If there's one thing we've learned in our two days of roaming Bryant Park, it's that there is no such thing as "Hurry up, the show starts in 30 seconds." Our evening began with a 6 p.m. Karen Walker show, her first-ever U.S. presentation. Now, when neither of you is a local and one of you was born without a sense of direction, it's best if the other is not terribly trusting. Sadly, that's not the case.

Braving Baby Phat

So far, our sojourn here at Fashion Week has been fun and fascinating and, surprisingly, pretty organized. But no more. The Baby Phat show was a total mob scene — literally: A fight broke out in the front rows while we were waiting for the show to start. Admittedly, after standing in line in the lobby for what felt like about ten years (fine, it was probably more like 45 minutes), we felt a little violent, too. Especially when we realized we were going to be suffering the slings and arrows of Standing Room Only Seating.

Ten Things We Liked on Friday

  • 1. Soft and comfy little leather jackets from Neal Sperling.
  • 2. Chocolate-dipped macaroons at the Yigal Azrouël show.
  • 3. Kara Ross's new line of bags in ring lizard and colored ostrich skins.

The View From the Front Row

1) Wow, we are in the front row — and not to be dorks, but it completely rules! 2) Pre-med majors would do well to sit here for anatomy class; one sheer red Felder Felder dress in particular gave us a clear view of all the model's reproductive organs and their nearby friends. 3) Is that... that's not Bruce Dern in the second row, is it?

Taking Notes for the Stars at Verrier

It's too bad there weren't many starlets at the Verrier show. They could have used the guidance. Instead, we had to look at the adorable array of forties-style outfits and imagine how brilliantly Mischa Barton would pull off the short white shift bedecked with navy Swarovski crystals; how cool and chic Jennifer Aniston might be in one of the two-tone pleated pencil skirts (if she would just put down the cargo pants and basic black, please, for the LOVE OF GOD); and how youthful and breezy Kristen Bell could look in the penultimate dress to come down the runway, a light-blue chiffon number with crystals on the waist and straps.

Meet the Fug Girls

As celebrities come to Fashion Week to evaluate the season's new looks, so must their own outfits be judged. We leave that to the Fug Girls.