15 More Minutes

Fashion week is officially over, but that doesn't mean the strutting has stopped completely. Thanks to a power outage in my area, I missed the David Yurman menswear show at the Paramour mansion last night (cant get dressed in the dark!) but I hear it was, as Kimora Lee Simmons would say, pure fabulosity. The Bravery played, and ironically (for me at least) guests were escorted to the bash in pure darkness (blindfolds). The Paramour is only up the hill from my pad too!

Anyhoo, gotta say a big, big bravo to Linda Immediato, who tirelessly covered Fashion Week down to its smallest thread, here on Style Council and in the paper, the past two weeks, and of course seasons past. Alas, it was her last hurrah, as my dear S.C. co-hort has left the Weekly to do more exciting things in the world of journalism. You go girl!

Look for some cool changes and additions to Style Council. Plus, I'll keep on giving you ramblings, tidbits and photos from my alter ego Nightranger's after-dark misadventures right here.

Like, did you know that Chris Crocker (the "Leave Britney Alone" You Tube guy) is now living in LA and in talks to do his own TV show? Big shocker I know. I chatted up the androgynous boy toy, hanging with Rock of Love contestant Brandi C (that chick is everywhere!) at the T Mobile Sidekick party and he told me the working title is "15 More Minutes."

Not terribly original, but surprisingly, nobody's used it yet (that I've heard of anyway). In this age of reality TV, isn't everybody going for just that? Was Andy Warhol psychic or something?

Read more post-fashion week fodder, plus stuff about the uber-stylish screening at the Paul Smith store and the Sidekick bash (the photo on top is from the hipster makeover table -free mustaches and headbands!) in this week's column.