Fashionably Late

Day 5 of New York Fashion Week is upon us and thank gawd it's almost over.

Here's the quick rundown on Saturday's shows:

Diesel: More lemon. More snooze. They used to make such great jeans. What happened?

Malandrino: Ms. M's trademark flow is in full effect. More of the weird giant shoulders but I definitely expect to see these dresses in the pages of In Style super duper soon!

Lacoste: A bit of wide cummerbund weirdness, but all in all, a fresh crisp collection with smiling models and some high waisted shorts that didn't make me gag!

Y-3 : Gothtastic sportswear! If Marilyn Manson and Evan Rachel Wood ever decide to head for the links they need look no further. Japanese avant-garde goes Sporty Spice. And hey, Samuel L. Jackson (who likes My Morning Jacket) was there!

Cynthia Rowley showed on Friday and should have ridden her little bicycle all the way back to her sketchbook. Zzzz...

I swear I'm going back to Sear's Toughskins (Do they still exist? I should ask my brother) after looking at all this. Burlap sacks, maybe.

In other news:

Caught up with the most recent ep of Damages today. Watching Ted Danson act desperate is depressing. Can't wait to write my Fall TV guide for you although I must confess I am not as excited about the coming season as I usually am.

Ochi "Dainoji" Yosuke won the Air Guitar World Championships for the second year in a row but I'm not sure why. I never wanted to hear that stupid Offspring song again and I heard there was a guy who did a back flip onto a beer can. I think that judging is rigged.

Politics, Rock of Love and the VMAs later tonight.

Go Fed! Go Djok!
Ms. P