1. Courtney Love, out. MIA, in. (Not in our hearts and souls… just at a major Fashion Week event… Cotton candy, anyone?)
2. Hey blondie, don’t drink and catwalk.
3. Take one British blue blood who wishes he were Street, plus one eyeliner pixie with an electric Fender pedigree. Mix well, and don’t use any shampoo. Voila, l’amour!
4. Which clothing emperor flew his Vegas call girls, private plane style, into his New York flagship, but wouldn’t pay for their outfits? “This isn’t a fucking charity” he reasoned. Whoa.
5. Vicky Vale, style icon.
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