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September 10, 2008

New York Fugshion Week: Day Five

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AHOY MATEYS!

Get ready, ladies! The men of Spring 09 are going all pirate on your ass! Well, at least they will for Betsey Johnson, whose show was the most CRACKED OUT yet, which is saying a lot. Did we mention she had a pirate walk the runway? Tossing out doubloons? Because she DID.

Nothing, really, can top that. But we did go to some other shows:

-- So, NASTIA LIUKIN AND RYAN LOCHTE ARE TOTALLY DATING! We saw them together, it must be true. Also, other people came to Max Azria. Who? We don't know. We're busy picking out what to wear to the wedding.

-- Julianna Marguiles is incredibly gorgeous in person and her husband is wickedly hot. We'd hate her, but she seems so nice. Also at Narciso Rodriguez: Claire Danes (with bitchface) and Jessica Alba, who we suspect is trying to get herself a Vogue cover.

-- What else happened today? Dear reader, we are kind of sleepy right now. Forgive us if this thing is riddled with typos. I only had one Diet Coke today. ONE. I should be on a caffeine drip this week! Oh, right: we saw a very cute Kelly Osbourne at Matthew Williamson, which was also full of really cute dresses.

-- Also full of pretty things? Monique Lhuiller, which also boasted Rosetta Getty (and others), who managed not to scream expletives about Sienna Miller to the thundering heavens, which is more maybe than we could have managed.

September 9, 2008

New York Fugshion Week: Day Four

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Whoever told Little J this haircut was a good idea should be shot.

We would have said something ourselves when we saw her yesterday at Chris Benz, but we had Eva Amurri's Hammer pants to contend with.

Also in the mix: our girl A Dubs skipped Proenza to see her hot sexy tennis player friend/secret lover Roger Federer win his fifth US Open. PS: She really didn't miss much. Except Nicole Richie. And Kayne West talking about his blog. It's going to be so much fun when he starts guest-fugging for us.

We went to Diesel again this year, and witnessed much canoodling and also Juliette Lewis.

And, finally, we saw Renee Zellweger at -- where else? -- Carolina Herrera and, sadly, were not impressed. STOP THE BOTOX MADNESS, RENEE.

September 8, 2008

New York Fugshion Week: Day Three

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When I noted that Blake Lively wore an unfortunate jumpsuit to last night's Miss Sixty show, I was NOT KIDDING:

Next stop: Chico's. But for real. If Blake Lively can't wear those, WHO CAN? Also, are they...cargo-y? Hold me. And then, while you're stoking my hair, you can read about the crazy behavior I saw that this show above and beyond ye old jumpsuit.

We kicked off our Sunday with a Mermaids reunion at DNKY, when Cher was seated next to Jake Ryan. By which we mean, "when Christina Ricci was seated next to Winona Ryder," which, honestly, is almost as good. And Nicole Richie was there! And PETA stormed the runway! It was pretty awesome, actually.

Next, we tackled the world of the bandage dress at Herve Leger, and had an unexpected brush with death. At the hands of Rosario Dawson, of all people. Well, inadvertently.

Once we recovered from almost dying, we ran downtown to hang out with Vincent Gallo. Unbeknownst to him. Also seen at Y3: calf-length, mesh man-dresses. Pick up one for your boyfriend today!

And because we, like Vanessa L Williams, like to save the best for last, we closed out our weekend with the sartorial stylings of Justin Timberlake at William Rast. Complete with bonus buckets of beer!

September 7, 2008

New York Fugshion Week: Day Two

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AND WE HAVE LOHAN:

And Ronson, too. Photo by Heather, who managed to get much closer than I did. Lindsay was NOT wearing leggings -- or even any leggings-esque jeans -- which is probably good because who knows what we would have said to her if we could have gotten her attention. Oh, let's be honest: it probably would have been something like, "Your shoes are awesome." The crush of paparazzi around the lovebirds was a sight to behold. You can read all about it here.

What else did we do today, other than stalk Lindsay Lohan, you ask? We swam through a tropical storm, took shelter in many of Manhattan's finest bars, and:

-- Observed a way-cranky Andy Roddick, whose post-US Open loss funk could not be lifted even by Chuck Bass-esque menswear at Lacoste.

-- Decided we saw Evangeline Lilly in ugly pants at Rosa Cha. Now we're not sure it was her. But it might have been. Oh, eyesight. Why have you forshaken us? Also at the same event, we managed not to run over to Zoe Saldana and scream, "I'm the best goddamn dancer in the American Ballet Academy. Who the hell are you?"

-- Had our first glimpse of A Dubs, who was wearing a sweater and a coat in 135-degree heat and 100% humidity and yet never broke a sweat, because she has ice water in her veins.

-- Underwent tragic umbrella-stealage and less-tragic Becki Newton-stalkage at Vena Cava.

-- And finally, we ogled the boys from Gossip Girl and floated a theory as to why Mary-Kate Olsen suddenly looks....well, really cute and totally clean.

September 6, 2008

New York Fugshion Week: Day 1

It had been years since we gave Leonor Varela a second thought -- probably, in fact, almost a decade, since she was Cleopatra in that terrible TV movie starring Billy Zane (!!) as Mark Antony. And yet, in just our first hour at Fashion Week, we nearly saw too much of her:

[Photo: Splash News]

I have no idea how, but despite this dress's best efforts, nary a nip slipped. She'd get major points for this, had she not made it all the way out of her hotel and to the show without realizing her assets might be compromised. Also, she totally should have turned her head to the right, because as we realized later, gymnast Alicia Sacramone sat two seats down -- and toting her newly minted Olympic silver medal. We are kicking ourselves that we didn't find a way to fall into Alicia's lap so that we could then accidentally touch it. Sigh. Jail would've been worth it.

-- At BCBG, we also saw Vivica A. Fox, who wins the Understatement of the Week award ALREADY for her comment about Valentino being "very tan."

-- Nigel Barker ahoy! We saw the dreamy Top Model judge for the first time at Yigal Azrouel's show. He does not change. He remains at the exact exquisite level of hotness with which he first breezed into our lives. Bless you, Nigel. In these turbulent times, we need you.

-- A passel of actresses we weren't aware even KNEW each other acted very friendly at Nicole Miller.

August 29, 2008

NYFug.com: Your Questions Answered

Have we told you lately that we love you? Because we do.

Our editor at NY Mag got a whole horde of submissions from you guys asking us about everything from Fashion Week celeb-spotting to male models; from Chad Michael Murray to tips on coping with the pressure of arriving at Bryant Park and mingling with the fashion crowd:

Short of dressing up as a leprechaun or lighting yourself on fire, you'd have to work super hard to stand out as the best- OR worst-dressed person in the room. When there's a woman in a bedazzled fur turban making the rounds, your skirt is beside the point, so just relax and ogle.

We tried to pick stuff for the column that covered the entire spectrum. Drop by the whole column if you want to hear more; we hope you enjoy the fruits of your labor. And speaking of that, have an awesome Labor Day long weekend. You earned it.

August 21, 2008

NYFug.com: Fug Girls Q&A and Something About Aniston

Admit it: It's a LITTLE suspicious that Jennifer Aniston's two most serious post-Pitt relationships, complete with her refusals to acknowledge the affairs for JUST long enough to ignite a paparazzi frenzy, have coincided with the much-hyped Jolie-Pitt spawnings. Not that we don't want to believe in wuv, TWUE wuv, but it's all a bit too convenient. And a bit too sad:

Aniston used to be America's most-loved comic actress. Now, thanks to her counteracting all that Brangelina PR with obviously labored stories -- full of suggestive pictures and coy denials -- about her own love life, we're barely able to name a single thing she's has done lately that doesn't involve hanging around with a bunch of notorious man-children.

Not that we don't have any sympathy for Jen, nor do we think the girl shouldn't go out and tap some ass, but... well, read the rest for yourselves, if you choose.

But the REAL reason we think you should head over there: As we look ahead to Fashion Week, we're accepting reader questions about our experiences at that event (or about anything else) that we'll answer in next week's column. You can leave your question as a comment on that entry, or submit queries by email to our editor, Jessica Coen, at jessica (dot) coen (at) nymag (dot) com. She's in charge of picking the ones she wants us to answer, so if you're hell-bent on asking, "How can I come to your house and shave your head while you sleep?" then you may be disappointed unless she happens to have been wondering the same thing.

Otherwise, fire away, and we'll field as many as we can. Go forth and type.

August 15, 2008

NYFug.com: Which Olympians Could Be Anna Wintour's New Arm Candy?

Let's face it. We've all been home all week, holed up in front of the television until some ungodly hour, watching the Olympics. And why? Well, there's the whole majesty of sport, tradition of excellence and camaraderie of the games. And then there's the whole part about how every single one of those athletes can do totally awesome crazy mind-blowing stuff with their bodies. And then, of course, there are their bodies. Come on, we're not the only ones who find ourselves transfixed by the magic of Olympian abs. In fact, we'd bet money that even editrix supreme Anna Wintour has found herself on the sofa saying, "I'd like one of those, one of those, and one of those," and she's not talking about their shoes. This week, we use our NYMag.com column to speculate which Olympian Ms Anna might handpick to be her newest piece of arm candy:

"Ryan Lochte, swimming: Thanks to NBC's daytime Olympics coverage, we recently learned that the U.S. swim team's second-hottest medalist does not shy away from excessive bling, including a faux grill he sports for laughs. Imagine the good times he and Anna could have in Vogue's accessories closet."

So race on over to read the whole column, if you so desire, and feel free to dive into the comments (see what we did there? With "racing" and "diving"....oh, shut up. I was up until 2 a.m. watching gymnastics).

August 7, 2008

NYFug.com: Katie Holmes' Downward Spiral

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Sometimes, a picture is worth 1,000 words.

[Photo: WENN]

Of course, that's never stopped us before, which is why we devoted more than 500 of them to the troubling issue of Katie Holmes' addiction to baggy, saggy pegged jeans. It's difficult to come up with a plausible explanation for this manner of pants abuse, but we came up with a few theories anyway:

1. Katie is too depressed to try. She's not exactly getting the Kidman treatment. Tickets for Katie's Broadway debut reportedly aren't selling out, and aside from the Eli Stone stint, Hollywood has greeted her return to acting with a resounding yawn. Plus, having to flee your own home while Oprah talks to your husband, lest he be tempted to couch-surf again, would tax any girl's spirits. Maybe pegged jeans are the new ratty sweatpants.

I'm sure if we'd known about this cardigan at the time, we'd have included that, too; somewhere in Heaven, Mr. Rogers is like, "Dude, I would NEVER have worn a fuschia sweater with red shoes. Does NO ONE understand?" But, one step at a time.

If you'd like to check out our other four theories, click on through to read the rest of "Katie Holmes' Downward Style Spiral."

July 31, 2008

NYFug.com: Maggie Gyllenhaal's Red-Carpet Schizophrenia

We've individually featured several of Maggie's Dark Knight press-tour outfits on this site -- like the weird blue and black one, the bra dress, and oh, that billowing jumpsuit from hell -- and concluded that many of them are not to our taste. However, if you step back and view them together, with an eye toward inferring something about her style... yeah, it won't help. Isn't the idea to make a statement without saying a word?

[At least] Anne Hathaway's Get Smart looks each seemed cleverly chosen to rub her ex-boyfriend's nose in her unavailable hotness; similarly, when Gwyneth Paltrow promoted Iron Man, her endless string of super-short minidresses helpfully reminded us that she's still a relevant, sexy woman with legs for weeks, rather than just Madonna's musty old macrobiotic-loving best friend.

Click through to the whole column, if you so desire, to share in our confusion. Hey, maybe you can interpret her style gibberish.

NYFug.com

New York Fugshion Week: Day Five

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New York Fugshion Week: Day Four

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New York Fugshion Week: Day Three

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New York Fugshion Week: Day Two

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New York Fugshion Week: Day 1

NYFug.com: Your Questions Answered

NYFug.com: Fug Girls Q&A and Something About Aniston

NYFug.com: Which Olympians Could Be Anna Wintour's New Arm Candy?

NYFug.com: Katie Holmes' Downward Spiral

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NYFug.com: Maggie Gyllenhaal's Red-Carpet Schizophrenia

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