
Somebody will wear this. Maybe not in that exact color, but someone will. Right? Hopefully WITH the fascinator. Come on, Duchess Kate.

This is like my dream outfit sometimes, in the sense that there are days I want nothing more than to wear my bed blankets outside. But I don't do it, and I don't send it down a runway. Oh, Donna. I still love you.

Come on, Uma Thurman. You know you want to. Also, Meryl Streep, I can see you eyeing this. Helen Mirren, you're only allowed to wear this if you do the hat as well. In fact, that may go for all of you.

Actually, Duchess Kate should wear this hat, too.

I seriously thought for a second these were modeled after a person stepping in dog excrement. And then I saw that they're in the same Up Yours vein as the hat. So I'm sure Lady Gaga or Nicki Minaj will snap them right up.

This is so pretty. Nina Dobrev, anyone?

Preen showed a lot of color-blocking.

And a lot of nipple, which I can't WAIT to break out for fall.

It's sort of an UNUSUAL type of blocking, at least.

The person who wears this, I think, is also selling hokum in a bottle and calling it Youth Tonic.

This is a fun dress, for me -- it's got shades of houndstooth about it.

I will say, DKNY is one of those shows that makes me want to go shopping immediately.

We're seeing a LOT of this oxblood color -- or at least that's what my sources tell me it's called. I clap my hands and say things like, "Yay, cranberry," or, "I like dark red."

So much oxblood. And so many coats. I do love a coat.

This is deliciously preppy.

These don't look like real clothes to me. They look like a bad Valentine's cocktail.

I find this delightfully funky. We had barstools when I was a kid that were made in that exact pattern.

She is SO UPSET that she forgot to create buttonholes.

If this person showed up to ride MY racehorse, I would send her home.

Get ready for the "skinny dress," because IT'S COMING. First Stella, and now Victoria Beckham.

Most of Posh's stuff was, well, Posh. I like this. I could see this person walking down the street without me worrying if she had recently banged her head on a street sign and started hallucinating.

This is just cheery. I don't know that I could ever be this girl, but I bet it was a fun presentation to watch.

People raved about Rachel's collection; for me, it was a lot of pants that seemed ill-tailored and bunchy in strange places. Then again, you almost never see Rachel wear anything that conforms to her crotch in ANY way, so she probably doesn't know whereof she designs.
