NYFW Fall 2010 Recap: Jeremy Scott - A Vogue Idea

Jeremy Scott channelled the Material Girl's perhaps second most iconic look (behind the boytoy Virgin of the mid-80s): the Girlie show Gauliter slut of the early 90s. There were high ponies, bustiers and even that magical cone bra re-imagined as a pair of suspenders.

Meanwhile, I'll take those lady silhouettes to go. Just not sure how well they'll hold up as I push and shove my way through those awful common people on my way to the sanctuary that is the AnA loft

As my favorite mode of transportation is with a Mahogany-esque stride, arms fully out, this bat-wing dress has my name all over it. Literally.

Not only is this dress perfect for a night out, when one inevitably gets home wrecked beyond all imagining, it easily slips into one's closet by the tip of its train. While one is still in it, too.

Technicolor dreamcorset anyone?

NYFW Fall 2010 Recap : MIchael Kors - Luxe Life

Michael Kors apparently endangered numerous species while hunting and skinning them alive (with his bare hands) for his Fall 2010 collection. And I can't imagine that those animals would have wanted it any other way. What's romping about unbothered in your natural habitat when you ca be paraded down the runway on the bony backs of Karlie Kloss and Chanel Iman?

A fur skirt? Please, give me fur everything. We're all dying soon anyway, let's just skin everything and wear it in anticipation for the Apocalypse. I, for one, am gunning for a Kardashian .

Oh, those dead foxes, minks and whatever have you. They're the real heroes.

Thoroughbred Throwback

The return of Jessica Miller to the racetrack was met with applause and fainting spells in the Akimbo loft and with this new editorial for W, involuntary death-dropping has caused Ms. Ross to take a trip to the ER for something other than a standard overdose.

Don't stare at those thighs for too long kids lest you suffer the same fate...

Out of My Face Akimbo // Wilting Whities

How did model diversity fare on the New York runways this season? About as well as an Ugg after a slushy snowfall: not at all, and ugly.

The Calvin Klein show dazzled us AnA girls -- we sat front row, two seats from that pre-teen blogging whore and sadly out of clawing range-- with tons of black and muted tones on cool shoulders but no Lyndsey Scott, the New Jersey native who stomped out this Spring as the first black Calvin exclusive. With Shena Moulton in the lineup and 90s supermodels Stella Tenant, Kristen McMenamy and Kristy Hume as muse, we forgive Francisco for his lack of diversity!

Miss Moulton went ponytail-t0-ponytail with 90s supes!

The Row designers dazzled the 176 super-VIP invitees -- Ms. Streisand gave a pity wave to Tila Tequila, shunned outside the venue before she was stoned to death by Grace Coddington -- with an epically minimalistic collection in mostly black that was pieced together by an army of tiny goblin hands.

The clothes were about the only thing black in that room, besides of course the olives floating in Ms. Ross's early morning martini. Pump up the casting! If we see one more wide Eastern European face sneering down a runway, we'll smash Magdalena's.

Kudos to DVF for picking all mannequin types for her cute, flouncy, expectedly wearable presentation. The casting included:

...boring white girls...

...black girls (hey girl hey!)...

...asians...

...blasians...

...blatinasians...

...dots...

...supermodels...

...new girls (who dat?)...

...too many Canadians...

...VS Angels...

...bones...

...fatties...

...perfection caught in a ground-tilted stare...

...and of course Ms. Ross herself, in her singular runway appearance. She knocked Naomi right off the catwalk! Work! Maybe they'll let more ethnics in at Lincoln Center!

Hunch of the Day // Shady Slump

La Vie En Cordero

What It Feels Like for a Boy

Sometimes being fierce gets lonely.

What with all the turning and the deathdropping, the catwalking and shade-throwing, one finds it hard to find time for anything else.

Like love. Or at least a decent hook-up.

Well, at least we have Commonwealth Utilities to show us what we're missing. Their boys came down the runway looking polished, but with an air of rugged charm, that sent our still (barely?) beating hearts aflutter.

We've got the clothes, now if we could only find the boys to put them in, we'd be all set. Any takers?