Karlie Kloss Has a Gun...

And she's not afraid to use it.

(Hint: It's in the turban)

Kloss continues to channel classic film noir femme fatales, as seen here in the recent Gaultier HC show in Paris. And let's not forget her dead on Betty Bacall for Dior:

Hello Dolly!

Well thankfully Dolly finally showed up! Praise Oprah!

Riding her cab driver side-saddle into the AnA loft, Ms. Streisand and I rejoiced! Well, rejoiced as much as we could between the potent mixture of Botox, Quaaludes, gin and starvation...we raised a finger in delight.

It's still awful outside, but luckily Armed and Akimbo is safe from the outside elements...

Well, we're out of booze, so we'll see you later.

AnA's NYFW Lookbook: Day 2: The Boys from the Brunch

Gearing up for a week of teetering around in heels, Dolly, Ms. Streisand and I decided to savor a moment of quiet reserve by getting shitfaced at brunch. And what does brunch mean but a glorious say-something hat!

Here I am, delicate as a flower and half the weight, in my Spring '10 Dior Haute Couture hat and veil. Three mimosas in and I was already on the floor. Of course, I magically sprung to life again once the fourth made its way to our table.

Ms. Streisand, feeling longing for Lacroix, donned this spectacular Spring 08 beaded number with real flowers! Luckily, or not considering the blizzard allegedly heading our way, it's too cold for any bees to make a nest in his chapeau.

Dolly, always a rebel, chose this delicate hair bow to accent the celery stalk in her (seven) Bloody Mary's. After brunch, we hailed a cab, but seeing that our head adornments towered too high for a backseat, instead rode home one of our burly waiters.

Ah, how nice it was to relax.

Haute and Cold Couture

The loss of Lacroix, Dahling! was certainly felt this couture season with a less than stellar showing, with only Dior and Chanel, the two powerhouse couturiers, delivering.

Gaultier was a joke and Sarah Mower was not laughing. Armani and Givenchy were boring.

Etc, etc, blah blah, give me a bowed bouffant and a riding crop.

I expect a lot from couture, a fantasy that I can only hope to attain, so don't give me whatever the hell this is. The queens on Drag Race could come up with better.

Chanel

Uncle Karl delivered one of his best couture collections, replete with silver and jewels entwined with the fabric, a wink to the future he doesn't believe in.

I really want to get married in this. In either look, really.

Dior

Galliano kind of phoned it in, but even half-assing it he's better than almost everyone else.

Just throw in some equestrian references, some lace and a few gorgeous, heart-stopping satin gowns and you've got a hit.

I Need Seven Inches or More Akimbo

Supermodel of the world, Chanel Iman, embodying perfection, per usual

60 years ago, I sat sipping a Shirley Temple with just a splash of bourbon in the Dior salons at 30 Avenue Montaigne, as Mon. Dior himself presented what would come to be known as the “New Look.”

Who knew that this collection of full skirts and tiny waists would become not only iconic, but also immensely influential on contemporary styles? I’ll tell you who: me. Oh, how we laughed, Dior and I, after the show, high on excitement and amphetamines. The world was young then...

Mon. Christian Dior

Mon. Dior’s legacy lives on brilliantly in John Galliano, the Mad Hatter in Alice’s Haute Couture trip in the Wonderland of fashion. Very few designers can inspire awe and wonder, amusement and sheer ecstasy like Mon. Galliano. And he can do that in just one meticulously crafted dress.

The New Look has informed many of his collections, but his interpretation for the Fall 2009 Couture season offers a slightly new, if not necessarily revolutionary, take in his trademark palette of extraordinary colors that could only hope to exist in nature.

Many of the models strolled out dramatically wearing garters, hosiery and exposed slips beneath structured jackets, and beautifully ornate hats, offering a rather deconstructed New Look that was a cross between 40s post-war glamour and 80s Vanity 6 sluttiness.

But the effect was not that of a Nasty Girl. On the contrary, the exposed lingerie lent a youthful, sexy take to a really gorgeous, very wearable collection.

The always epic, always welcome Dior bow

(And God knows AnA loves to juxtapose differing shapes and varying lengths. We learned from the best, Mon. Galliano himself? Or as we like to call him, Uncle John John.)

It's time to hunch...for your life!

The best looks bridged the gap between outer and inner wear seamlessly like this fuchsia skirt paired with a nude bodice, giving the effect of a strapless bra.

This skirt and blouse ensemble perhaps offers the best statement about this collection.

Though Siri’s intimates are clearly visible, the proportions and overall feel of the look is classic Dior. Simple, effortlessly chic and completely wearable.

If the collection was the most wearable we’ve seen from Dior Haute Couture in some time, it wasn't because Galliano abandoned the fantastical, ornate gowns he’s so famous for. The last four dresses were as diaphanous, surreal and achingly beautiful as anything he’s ever done.

There was simply more restraint from past seasons for a more streamlined and marketable line, perhaps a response to seemingly endless recession or to Galliano’s own creative development.

The Dior fall 2009 Couture collection was a quieter affair than we’ve grown accustomed to, both in presentation and in the clothes themselves. Back at the salons at Avenue Montaigne, the collection was a fitting homage to Dior’s seminal line and a logical continuation of the aesthetic he pioneered all those years ago.

Afterwards, Uncle John John and I celebrated, like Dior and I once did: with an underage hustler and an 8-ball of speed. It’s good to know some things never change.