View the gallery After I wrote the slides and set the post, Jessica clicked on it to read it, and said, "Did you MEAN not to write anything on the main page?" I did not. That is how dumb I am right now.
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View the gallery If there's one thing I know about Fug Nation, it's that y'all love to scratch your heads to the dandruff point at Marchesa. There's some pretty here, but there's also a lot of really expensive-looking bathroom
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View the gallery I call this collection, "Mary Pimpins." Here's the thing about Marc Jacobs, for me: Frankly, I often look at his stuff, like this show, and think, "Man, that was probably fun to watch, but those hats are HILARIOUSLY CRACKED OUT." Full
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View the gallery Yeah, so once the Grammys and the BAFTAs and the shows and the yada-yada descended in earnest, it was hard to keep up with our best intentions to pull selects from each show we saw -- plus some we didn't -- and highlight the hits and
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View the gallery Our function at Fashion Week is to spot celebrities and give you the important information like how tired they seem, whether they are wearing ill-advised jumpsuits, or shunning each other, or are incredibly hot in person (it bears repeating that we are never not floored by
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View the gallery Well, we love hearts, and we love Diet Coke, but the Heart Truth Red Dress show -- which traditionally opens the February Fashion Week -- is always a mixed bag in terms of both the quality of clothes and the fame level of the celebrity models. One year we
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View the gallery Ah, Heart Truth. It was always our favorite way to start Fashion Week -- I say was, because after the triumph of seeing Liza Minnelli break into "New York, New York," two consecutive years of weather delays kept us from the event (which is in aid
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