After "the otherroom," half the Style Council headed across the street to the gay bar called Roosterfish. Once again I had to wait for the white-haired bartender who takes a year and day to serve you a drink if you happen to have a god-made vagina. Finally after almost 20 minutes of watching him chat with a young cowbody, I ordered a Linda, a cocktail I created, malibu-rum with soda and, this is important, two cherries. For some reason the bartender's eyes light up when I order. I can only guess his mother's name is Linda or something. It seems every 40-something gay man's mom was named Linda. We entertain ourselves while a parade of extremely tall drag queens march around us, including another J.T. Leroy mistaken identity case. Eventually the Lindas caught up with me and I headed for the ladies room. I paused and asked some fellas sitting next to me where it was. "To the right and it's a 'REAL ladies' room!" they said with a little too much enthusiasm. I head over only to find that every five minutes some dude saunters in, I play guard, stopping them and letting them know, "this is a REAL ladies room." Until Rose walked in. How could I deny Miss Rose Acea? "Well," she pauses, "actually I'm Rosa Parkinson. I was Rose Acea but my boyfriend got mad because he HAS rosaeca," she says.

Suddenly the chick in the stall catches Rose's eye. "Oh there's a real girl in there!" she says. The real girl has been sitting on the can with the door ajar for 15 minutes, before finally, and this is a brave move, I peek around the door, to discover she's sitting on the toilet fully clothed!! "Are you ok?" I ask.

"Go get the Asian guy with the white wig," she moans. I know exactly who she means, and bring him in right away. The girl sitting on the toilet is about to confess her sins to the porcelain priest, and the sight of it makes me lose all hope of pissing any time soon. But before I go, I notice the Not J.T. Leroy is drinking a Linda! I think I just might have something here...

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You've almost certainly seen Mark 'The Cobra Snake' Hunter before. If you havent, you need to get out more. He's the ubiquitous hairy dude in the tiny Y-fronts and John McEnroe sweatband who shows up at parties around town and takes photos of trashy-chic scenesters for his website The Cobra Snake. Oh, and he has a column in the Weekly.

"Hey Caroline, how come you're the only person in LA who hasn't written about me yet," he asks. Turns out he was recently on cover of the LA Times. On October 25, Steve Lopez devoted his entire column to Mark, dubbing him 'Los Angeles' preeminent hipster'.

"He hangs out with models, DJs, pro skaters, fashion designers, celebrities, rock musicians, the unbearably cool and the painfully fashionable. He wears the most outrageous designer and vintage fashions, which he often gets as gifts. He flies all over the world to attend parties. People, young women especially, recognize him wherever he goes....Hunter has taken photo-blogging to the level of celebrity. His website is where Hunter, paparazzo to the unfamous, holds a mirror up to hipster culture and also helps manufacture it."His mom Iris, pictured next to him, is ever so proud of her boy.

Anyway Mark, forget the LA Times - here you are being featured by the Style Council.  Doesn't get much better than this, baby...

Speaking of babies, meet tiny Vivian, the genetically-blessed offspring of artist Shepard Fairey and his wife and business partner Amanda. Vivian may only be a few months old, but she almost outstrips Cobra Snake on the hipster scale, and is regularly to be found looking cute with her ma and pa at the hottest parties in town.

(BTW: Cobra Snake used to work for Amanda and Shepard at their design  studio in Korea Town. It's just one big happy family...)

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I ran into Martini (yes that's his name) at the Venice hangout "the otherroom" after the LA Weekly art show and party. Martini has written a book called "The Aussie Guide To Dating," which instructs non-Australians in the down under ways of getting it on. When I asked him for some pointers, he told me to buy the book. "Come on, I pleaded. Just one tip." Martini paused and said, "Think like a shark, go on your instinct, and be out for the kill. It's all in the attitude." Then as I was walking away he said, "oh and Koala's can have clymidia." I was sure I heard wrong. "I beg your pardon?" I asked. "It's true, " says Martini. "Koala's are the only animals that can carry an STD." I don't even want to know how THAT happened, but it does make me pretty skeptical about listening to an Aussie for dating advice...

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He may look friendly, but behind artist SABER's chirpy demeanour lurks a seething heart of darkness. Which sucks for him, but not for us - we loved his eerie nightscapes on display at the L.A. Weekly's new Biennial Art Show in Santa Monica. Here he is in front of one of his works, helpfully holding my vodka cranberries

SABER, who lives in Echo Park, is the man behind this enormous mural on the LA River Bed. Apparently you can see it from space, it's that huge.

He is featured in a new graffitti documentary called Infamy by urban documentarian Doug Pray (Skratch, Hype!) alongside fellow Angelino and graff legend TOOMER. L.A. Weekly editor Laurie Ochoa informed me that SABER's art is slated to appear on the cover of a forthcoming issue mapping the city's graffiti landscape.

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A recent New York Magazine article claimed to unveil the biggest literary swindle of recent years - namely that enigmatic author JT Leroy, who penned cult classics 'Sarah' and 'The Heart is Deceitful Above All Things', is not actually a cross-dressing former rent boy, but a 39-year-old social worker from Brooklyn called Laura.

Nonetheless the usually shy Leroy, known for donning a bad blonde wig and sunglasses when out in public, was spotted no less than THREE times on the westside of Los Angeles on the night of Friday October 29.

Sighting # 1: at a party celebrating the first L.A. Weekly Biennial art show and party at the Track 16 gallery in Santa Monica's Bergamot Station. The normally reclusive writer was spotted wandering around the gallery gazing at works by the likes of Sarah Cromarty, Glenn Bach and Weekly contributors SABER and Shepard Fairey (who was spinning up a storm behind the decks).

Later, we bump into Leroy again, at Roosterfish, a friendly little gay bar on Abbott Kinney in Venice known for its "hot bartenders, stiff drinks and electronic darts". This time he was wearing a new Asian-inspired disguise. Very clever JT, very clever.

Peturbed at having been recognized a second time, Leroy retreated into the men's room (or was it the ladies?) and emerged a few minutes later, butterfly-like, in his most elaborate disguise of the evening - DRAG.

Here he is with his celebrity BF Asia de Argento.

Nice try JT. You can run but you can't hide...

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I meet 28-year-old fashion designer Desanka Fasiska just seconds after the close of her first independent runway show. She's backstage at Smashbox studios, surrounded by models and camera crews. Actress Mena Suvari is gushing over her feminine, embroidered collection and Desanka is soaking up the love. There were a few minor hiccups - like the model who snuck on a bra because her breasts had ballooned overnight – but otherwise you'd never have guessed Desanka was a first-timer. I catch up with her a week later and find out how it feels to lose your runway show virginity.So how was your first time?It was overwhelming, especially knowing it was all for me. I had done my college show and Gen Art, but they are group shows. It's a lot of pressure when it is just about you.What was the most stressful moment for you?Right at the beginning I tricked myself into believing that the wrong music had been put on. Actually it was all fine but in my mind I was like "oh my god, it screwed up!" It was retarded. I definitely saw a couple of mistakes that got past me. Like one girl had just got her period, so her boobs were really big. She snuck a bra on and you could see it. Even so, I think we did a pretty good job for the first time.How do you know Mena Suvari?She came to my office before the show and got some clothes. She's very sweet. It's funny…I'm sure that in New York, celebrities don't visit younger designers like myself quite so readily.How much did it cost to put on the show?In Los Angeles it is way less expensive to put on a show than it is in New York. I happened to get some sponsors but it was about $15,000 total. It was hard decision to make, but I have been around for three years now and I felt like this was the time to do it. How did you get into the fashion business?I had no idea what I wanted to do when I graduated high school. But I was artistic and a clothes horse, so my mom pushed me into going to FIDM (fashion school) even though I didn't really want to. Then I moved to San Francisco and enrolled in the fashion design program at the Academy of Art. It was the first time in my life that I had ever excelled in school. Afterward I wound up getting a scholarship to study in Paris for a year.What was it like being in Paris?It was lonely time in my life. I didn't know anybody, and I was living in this really remote part of the 13th arrondissement. Not very young or hip. I stayed in a lot and kept myself busy by creating things. I got to really know myself as a designer there. And at school I learned about hand sewing techniques, how to do little tiny stitches, and tracing and pattern-making. Pretty much all of my classmates ended up at Givenchy. Even though I was super lonely there, I was very inspired.So how did you come to start your own line?After Paris I went to New York and looked for jobs for a year. It was right after 9/11 and no-one was hiring. I am terrible at being subordinate anyway, so I thought maybe I should be my own boss, start my own line and have more creative freedom. So I moved back to LA. I had about $50,000 saved up and I went through it really fast – but at the end of it, I had a collection.Why start your line in LA versus New York?There is a thriving fashion industry here and it is a lot easier to break in here too. I have a lot of friends in Los Angeles that started their line with no fashion design experience whatsoever, but who are successful. Seems like LA designers tend to abandon LA Fashion Week after a while and migrate to New York Fashion Week instead.Well, New York is the fashion capital of America, if not the world. I will probably go to New York, although I would like to do both. I would like to stay true to Los Angeles. Desanka grew up in Ladera Heights and currently lives in West Hollywood. Desanka.com

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Yeah, it's strange, but the inspired  pairing of  Mexican wrestling with burlesque definitely gives the audience more bang for the buck. Produced by the Velvet Hammer's Rita D'Albert (aka Ursulina, pictured here with Karis, the most beautiful hula hooping boy in the world), Lucha Va Voom  has become an L.A. institution, selling out two shows this week.  Of course, you couldn't ask for a better venue than the Mayan theater, with its kitschy "stone" carvings, sacrificial altar alcoves, and Thunderdome-esque balconies where a general admission ticket gets you a seat on a hard cement step. Thankfully, after considerable finagling, my friend and I finally got ringside, where I could get some decent pictures with my crappy Konica. In the audience, having a rip roaring good time, were none other than L.A. Times fashion critic Booth Moore, and Rose Apodaca from WWD, which just goes to show how fashionable an event Lucha Va Voom is. The other "big" sighting of the night was the members of the Moody Blues, who arrived by limo. As I was making my way to my seat behind them, I read aloud a sign taped to a chair that said "The Moody Blues," and one of the guys shushed me, as if the crowd was going to bum rush those grizzly geezers. "Nights in White Satin" was a hit when?Adding to the divine weirdness was the show's Halloween theme. The first burlesque act was the always amazing Kitten de Ville, who came out of a coffin with her siamese  sister Ming Dynatease. I believe they were hacked apart by Frankenstein. Hot stuff.  There was also a crazed pogo-sticker, Count Hopula, who stripped, while pogoing, down to a teeny rhinestone g-string, after landing on his head and then getting back on the stick. The Lucha Libre itself was utter mayhem. Scripted, but still insane. The guy in the chinos is the Human Tornado, here facing off against Pollo Loco. At one point, Tornado went sailing out of the ring, across several rows of audience members and landed with a loud crash while the spectators scrambled to get the hell out of the way. He may have planned it, but it still had to hurt. Ultimately he was declared the winner of his match, but the scoring remains a complete mystery to me. Here's Summer Peaches, as a bull who has slain her toreador. The rose is purely accidental. Nice touch, eh?

Leapin' lizards! El Chupacabre won the final bout of the night.

As one of the very funny stand-up comic referees put it, "And those people in the Muslim world think we're a bunch of decadent weirdos..." As if.

Happy Halloween!

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The fashion-hangover has finally faded. Please enjoy this weekend wrap-up looking as unstylishly comfortable as we do while writing it (in no makeup, old sweats and a ponytail). Ahhh.

Smashbox, trashbox. The real cutting edge designers were ultimately seen everywhere else. Leading the way, P. Ka Bu, an LA style boutique and house of fashion in downtown which showcased a slew of cutting edge designers over the weekend. We saw mohawked models stomp the runway for the raw, graffiti-inspired line Daenamon. See the dude in the third photo? That's the guy who played Hobie (David Hasselhoff's son) on Baywatch.

******************************************************** Buzzed-about shows at P. Ka Bu included Helen O, Maggie Barry and Sharagano. But it was the gorgeously decadent, kaleidoscopic club kid-meets-couture garmets of Jared Gold on Saturday that attracted the space's biggest crowd.******** ******************

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Gold's opening a store in LA soon (in either Echo Park or Fairfax) and he'll be extending his design style to offer more than just clothing. The shops will also carry home supplies and decor. Talk about a funhouse.***********

******************************************************** Gold's take on this week's shows and events summed it all up better than anything else we've heard the past several days.

"Every designer in LA is either a rockstar or an actor, or a rockstar or an actor's girlfriend or boyfriend." ***********************************************************************************************************************************

All of the above were present across town at The Morphine Generation show at Miauhaus Studio, which rocked its druggie chic screen-printed tees, jackets and skirts for the crude and tattooed set. Morphine designer Eric Hart showed his new punky pieces (which were cute and well-tailored, if not exactly innovative) and played a set with his band Suicide Club, while pals Rancid's Tim Armstrong and Red Hot Chili Pepper Anthony Kiedis looked on. Frock and roll will never die!

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Well, they weren't exactly the Oscars, but the red carpet was rolled out for the first ever LA Fashion Awards Friday night just the same. (And I've just recovered enough from the after-parties to write about it.)

First I'd like to say the Los Angeles Times got fashion week wrong (more on that later), here's what they said about the ceremony:

"At L.A. Fashion Week, which wrapped up Friday with the first L.A. Fashion Awards, the front row isn't filled with masthead queens like Vogue's Anna Wintour, or socialites of the Aerin Lauder breed. Instead, there are reality show stars, stylists, model groupies and Hollywood rich kids."

I sat in the front row (I wonder what category they thought I was in...I secretly hope" Hollywood rich kid" ) personally I think I'm more of masthead princess, but I don't expect a correction.

The ceremony was held at the Orpheum Theater downtown and started over an hour late because, well, because of the open bar. Free margaritas and vodka drinks loosened up the mostly black-clad crowd and they just didn't want to sit down.

As my fellow council member pointed out, before the Awards, I chatted with socialite Jocelyn Wildenstein, who brings new meaning to the term "cat lady," and "plastic surgery." I asked her if she lived in LA now, she replied, "I live where ever I want. Paris, New York, where ever I feel like. I don't know if I could ever live in LA all the time though." She pulled me close to her. "Where do you live?" she asked. "Venice, " I replied. I'm not sure if she knew I meant Venice, California, but her eyes, buried underneath the sculpted cheekbones, lit up. "I'd like to live there!" she said and smiled. I guess it was a smile. It was hard to tell to be honest. We kind of look alike,  and yes, that's slightly disconcerting to me.

The crowd finally took their seats after many flashing of the lights later. 

Sitting behind me was Petro Zillia designer Nony Tochterman's daughter Romie, 8. She was wearing a pink knit shrug, crinoline skirt, rainbow earrings and a smashed teacup ring, from the Alice In Wonderland-themed show the night before, that she was proud to show off. "My mommy's winning an award tonight," she told me. Her father (and Nony's husband/business partner) corrected her, "she's nominated," he said, gently stressing the distinction.

Tochterman (with the pink hair) was nominated for a MAFI (Moss Abrams Fashion Innovator) award. She was up against Louis Verdad. I felt torn.I liked both designers,  but not wanting to crush a little girl's dream, I was rooting for Nony. When Tochterman's name was called, her daughter tapped me on the shoulder and said, "see I told you. My dad doesn't know everything." She was beaming.

Nony, who grew up in Tel Aviv,  got the name Petro Zillia for her clothing line after her husband suggested the Hebrew word for parsley sounded like a person's name. When she accepted her award, she said "We have to remember, I have to remind myself sometimes too, this should be fun. It's only fashion."

Trina Turk received a "Fashion Achievement Award."

And Rosemary Brantley, teacher at Otis Art College received a "Fashion Inspiration Award." I thought it was pretty cool that the fashion industry chose to give props out to a teacher. Maybe if we rewarded all teachers like this the education system in this country would be a helluva lot better... Rosemary was inspiring, telling us in a taped interview that it doesn't matter what you're born into, through hard work and "busting your ass" you can achieve success in the fashion industry.

After the award ceremony, my cohorts and I went next door to the after party, where a few of the male models from the show were hanging out drinking, we joined them. And the rest is for me to know and you to find out..

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When we likened Gwen Stefani to a neo-Madonna in the Weekly's music section last week, we didn't know she'd actually end up looking exactly like the material girl (platinum bob and all) at her show this past Friday. Gwen's colorful concert at the Hollywood Bowl was the most fashion-packed spectacle we witnessed all week with costume changes galore: the Alice In Tokyo-land get-up seen below, a Marilyn Monroe 40s bathing beauty outfit, a hip hop track suit and Tupac-bandanna look, and sporty joggiing short and tank ensembles (all encrusted with crystals of course). Her every move on stage was trailed by her super-cute "Harajuku girls" in matching uniforms (many designed by Gwen herself for her L.A.M.B. line and her newest design endeavor inspired by them).

The after-party, which also served as the launch party for the new Harajuku Lovers clothing line, which Gwen created for Jerry Leigh Entertainment, was at the Max Factor Museum on Highland (where Gwen posed for this photo). A giant elevator that fits like 40 people -and a bar!- took us (and revelers including Demi & Ashton, looking so cute and domestic with the kids in tow, Daryl Hannah and Constantine Maroulis from American Idol) up to a dance room decorated whimisically with Japanese accents and more obvious Wonderland touches like tables full of yummy candy and food ( lots of bananas!) with a giant sign that said "eat me." Hmmm.... sound familiar? Well, yeah, just scroll down to see Steffie's shot of our gal pal Ginger snacking on a cookie that reads the exact same thing at the Petro Zillia show the night before. Eat me, drink me, kiss me, sit on my lap ...it seems fashion week is all about giving into temptation for the Style Council.

Photo by Hilary Villa/ text and post by Lina Lecaro

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A certain blonde miss caused a bigger splash at Fashion Week than the Shay Todd and Katnic swimwear collections combined! She bonded with Jocelyn Wildenstein, got bootylicious with Tommy Lee, wrangled countless VIP wristbands, and here she's got the Hollywood hunks o' the month wrapped around her little finger. And we don't even know what went down in part 2 of the evening! That's our partner in style, Ms. Linda Immediato. Give it up for the Bronx bombshell.

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Petro Zillia's Alice in Wonderland (circa 1951) fashion fantasia was so nice, we're writing about it thrice... (And we're not the only ones who thought so: Nony Tochterman, the line's cotton candy pink-haired designer took the top honor, for fashion innovation, at the L.A. Fashion Awards on Friday night.) Below, it's Alice and the Queen of Hearts.

The clothes were colorful, whimsical, and ultimately, wearable. The hair, not so much.

The idea was, the curtains were being pulled back on the illusion of fashion. Unfortunately, if you didn't have the mardi gras beads which allowed access to the stage, it was hard to see all the details of the collection. The woman in black-and-white is Kelly Cutrone, head of fashion publicity firm People's Revolution. You don't wanna get in her way...

The Style Council's Lina Lecaro palled around with DJ Steve Aoki...and if this darn camera didn't blast everything out, you could have seen how her violet striped top was a perfect match for the Cheshire Cat in Disney's Alice, projected on the screen behind her.

Honorary Style Council member Janet (aka Ginger Goldmine) was getting curioser and curioser by the end of the night...

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So much style, so little time. The LA fashion train has been chugging by so fast we haven't had a second to get off and actually write about it til now. Here's where and how we've been vogueing and vamping about the past few days. 

Wednesday- We wanted to flick our Bics at Rock and Republic's runway show at Sony Studios, which felt more like an Aerosmith arena gig than a fashion event, with bleacher seating, blaring sounds and faux-hawked fellas in studded belts posing in every corner. After what seemed like an hour of seating and re-seating (America's Next Top Model 3 winner Eva, started out way in the back but ended up right in front by the time the show started) the show began with Duran Duran's "Save A Prayer" and a procession of Gisele look-likes in low-cut toga-ish dresses, slinky blouses and tops that bared it all, as in full frontal, let it all hang out, topless ta-ta action. It made the expensive pieces they were wearing look trashy. But as a gal behind us told her friend, "It's not about the clothes at this one." Maybe not, but there's no denying the sexy sillouettes of R&R's denim pieces, which livened up the show with models prancing to "Girls on Film." Yup, it was an all Duran soundtrack, and we just knew "Rio" would warm up the swim wear portion. It did, but they chose a new DD tune for the finale which fell kinda flat. In all, it was an entertaining presentation though,even if Paris Hilton ducked out early. Other recognizables included our gal pal Mena Suvari, Victoria Beckham aka Posh Spice and (we heard, but didnt see) Katie Holmes. We'd have photos for ya, if the lighting and set-up were a little better inside the showroom. So instead of celebs or half naked models, please enjoy a shot of the really nice bartender who did fancy tricks for us at the after party ala Holmes' hubby-to-be in Cocktail... See the list of Absolut-ly cutesy cocktails on the right? We tried 'em all!

Thursday- The Petro Zillia show at Smashbox was a trip, especially since we got to share it with our Style Council cohorts. We played in the Lexus Hologram room, boogied next to giant mushrooms and eyed cuties like Marcus Schenkenberg and Amber Tamblyn while sipping florescent tequila and vodka drinks. And oh yeah, there was a fashion thing too, though the whole behind-the-scenes stage presentation seemed to be lost on most attendees. "Who's part of the show and who's not?" someone asked us. We weren't quite sure, especially since the cummulative effect of too many sweet libations seemed to have finally taken its toll. Alice was not feeling so wonderful by about midnight. Still, we did find the energy to ask for a Disney gift bag on the way out. Speaking of wonderland, it was the theme for trendsetting singer Gwen Stefani's after-concert party for her new Harajuku clothing line at the Max Factor Museum on Friday night too. Look for the full-report on both her show and the bash on the blog tomorrow.

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More Fashion week fierceness is on the way, but for now here's some visuals to go with Nightranger (Fashion Week addition) in this week's paper.

Top photo: Paris and her fuzzy date (along with the designer of 2B Free, left) at Paramount Studios.

Bottom photo: Richard Branson's idea of LA style?

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I skipped out on the St. John show Thursday night, leaving Caroline to man the post, and followed Lina and Steffie (fellow council members) down the street to catch the Petro Zillia show held in an airplane hanger-sized studio. The theme was Alice In Wonderland and I was looking to feed my head.

The trippy Disney movie was projected on a wall, and there were playing card chandeliers, giant paper mache mushrooms, and colorful cocktails.

Press was allowed early entrance and we were given mardi gras beads as our tickets. We were truly Girls Gone Fashion Week...

The main characters were done up in elaborate hair and make-up (by Karl Giant for Smashbox, he was everywhere) .

It was more like a fashion shoot than a runway show. Instead of a catwalk, there were sets where the models gathered and posed for

photographers while everyone else peeked over the velvet rope to catch a glimpse.

I loved the colorful dresses, sailor pants, and paisley shirts, there was a youthfulness and sweetness, like Lily Pulitzer, but way sexier...

DJ Steve Aoki manned the turntables and soon the place was going off. I was hoping for some mushroom tea but settled for the cocaine alternative, Red Bull and vodka.

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Saja's ethereal garden party frocks were definitely a highlight of the week. Designer Yoo Lee is one of Los Angeles fashion's fastest-rising stars, and her status is totally justified. Lee's eye is finely trained, and exquisite details like the most delicate pin-tuck or a covered button or a satin bow were truly a pleasure to behold. Her filmy silk gowns were cut to perfection, but she can also tailor a kicky pair of high-waisted shorts. The slinky open-weave knit dresses had a bit of Bonnie Parker about them, a different twist on the  '30s flair that ran throughout the collection.

The above photo shows actress Melanie Lynskey (R), who co-starred with Kate Winslet in Peter Jackson's deliriously twisted 1994 film Heavenly Creatures (which you must run and rent if you haven't seen it). Here wearing Marc Jacobs, the fashionable gal said she adores Saja's "floaty and feminine" feel. Lyndskey is currently shooting  Flags of Our Fathers, a WWII drama directed by Clint Eastwood, and she thanks her lucky stars every day. "He's so amazing," the L.A. resident says of her director. "He has a kind spirit."

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Rick Fox, former Lakers star and ex-beau of Vanessa Williams and Tyra Banks expertly fielded what could have been the most retarded question in the history of journalism while walking out of the St John show on Thursday night.

The 6' 7" hunk was ambushed by a TV reporter asking "if you had to wear one of those dresses, which would it be?". He gave it some thought for a second before replying "the brown one".

When asked whether such questions ever become tiring, he shrugged and flashed that winning smile. "You get used to it."

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At the Sheri Bodell show tonight, Tommy Lee patted his lap by way of invitation, I didn't think about all the ass that had been there before me (or the Hep C), I just hopped on. Later, I heard Kathy Griffin sat on his lap, then I really wished I had put down some of that protective tissue paper. But once perched there, I started to think of a, shall we say, more "pressing" issue?  He sure was charming... and he smelled good...

The Sheri Bodell show was great. Maybe top 3 so far. If Meghan's show was "glamorous groupie" Sheri's show was "groupie who got the ring." Her black lace and studded outfits were so wife-of-the-rock star, the plunging necklines revealing the cleavage that got him to propose in the first place...

...and the short dresses for the now Mrs. Rock Star are a little more elegant than the ones that got hitched up in back of the tourbus...

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I had to say hi to the gentleman in the magical skirt and tie waiting to see the Bradley Bayou show at Smashbox on Wednesday night. His name is Merlin and he's not a wizard, he's a fashion designer from Honduras. He flew in specially, as he plans on showing at LA Fashion Week next season. So far, so bad, he says. "The fabrics have been terrible," he lamented. 

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If you think the hottest spot at LA Fashion Week is backstage with the models or front row with the celebs, you're sadly mistaken. Those in the know have been making a beeline for the lo-carb Atkins booth in the lobby at Smashbox. Greg (the happy one on the left) and his partner in crime Key, have given away approximately 10,000 sugar-free Atkins advantage bars the course of the week. "People really love the chocolate and peanut ones," he said. "It actually has real peanuts in it."

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I just got a call on my cell. Meghan's publicist called saying he was "horrified" and repeated "horrified" that I didn't almost didn't get in. Bless his little heart. He said he immediately pulled an original Meghan dress for me, a yellow and black lace number with the word "Trashy" across the front. I said, "No, please don't Seriously, just don't."  Now who's horrified? I guess I can wear it for Halloween, I'll be Paris Hilton....

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So there I was, standing with intrepid photographer Michael Powers after the pretty unimpressive Iron show (lots of asymmetrical jersey, lots of lipgloss), discussing how the L.A. fashion aesthetic can veer dangerously close to porn, and suddenly I saw two blondes who looked exactly like the models in the Iron show. But why were they causing such a commotion? "Oh my god, it's Mike Tyson!" I said, after recognizing his Maori-esqe facial tattoo. And suddenly the room came alive. Lights, camera, action! It was a genuine household name! At LA fashion week! Never mind that ugly tattoo and mouth full of gold teeth, he was once a champion! I asked him who his favorite fashion designer was and he looked at me blankly, but then he pulled this name out of his brain: "Gianni Versace." Then he and his two girlfriends were escorted into the show. I almost pitied the fool.

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I'm trying not to be sullied by my check-in experience at Meghan Fabulous's show just now.  Apparently, Meghan has no love for the LA Weekly. After confirming my seat  last week, I arrived to find that somehow my name hadn't made it on to the list. After pulling what was close to a "do-you-know-who-I-am" bit, I was escorted in and told to take a seat...but NOT in the first two rows, ouch. I have been spoiled so far...

That said, I really enjoyed the show, and glad I bitched a bit to get in. From what I saw the theme was "sophisticated groupie"  (think polished Courtney Love) though Meghan calls it "50s bombshell and "a bit of her high school days" (I'm guessing the cropped plaid shorts and sweatshirts?).

Gwen Stefani's harajuku girl ode kicked off the music and the sassy brunette model danced her way down the catwalk to "this my shit, this my shit." Next was Trent Reznor's "I want to fuck you like an animal."  Most of the models bopped and danced as they catwalked it but Janice Dickinson, 70s supermodel took careful steps down the runway.  She wouldn't want to dislocate a hip or anything...

I LOVED the satin baby doll dresses tied with big sashes (though one was really wrinkled)...

It was sexy, and leggy, what more could a girl ask for?

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Sue Wong, the west coast Vera Wang, followed the siren trend at yesterday's show, the theme of which was "Enchantress," featuring flamenco style dresses, flapper beaded numbers (the most exciting of the bunch), and a few not-very-sexy Victorian lace dresses. (Wasn't that era known for sexual repression?) After a flashy entrance from what looked like a Vegas showgirl, the epic show was told in five parts: bohemian chic (these dresses were cool, Pucci-like); jazzy flappers (also cool); flamenco dancers; romantic Victorian ladies complete with parasols, and a finale of bridal gowns (yawn). To be honest this attempt at a more New York-y high fashion show was booooooring. I couldn't help but think wonder who Sue Wong designs for? Then I saw a gaggle of soap opera stars, oh and Tara Lipinski, the ice skater, do I really need to say anymore?

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Ever wondered what it's like to be so famous that designers just want to give you free stuff all the time? Sure ya have...

Yes, it's a great injustice that those who can afford designer wear are the ones who don't usually have to pay for it, but life aint fair, especially when it comes to style and fashion: sexy shoes hurt like hell, gleaming dye jobs grow ugly roots, and makeup that actually lasts all day is a bitch to get off at night...

Anyway, we got to see how celeb chix live on Tuesday at  Rock & Republic's in-studio "gifting suite" where hundreds and hundreds of jeans hung from racks and beckoned us like anxious orphans to take them home and love and mold (to our butt).

And when we say mold, we really do mean mold... R&R's demin is made from this new 4-way stretch Lycra that "responds to your curves for a custom-like fit."

We picked out some hot styles (most of which have matching R's on each back cheek pocket) and made our way to the dressing rooms where two super-skinny Access Hollywood hosts were modeling their picks, and trying to decide which they liked best with the help of R&R's (male) celebrity stylist/fit expert.

Of course, there was only one mirror which meant we had to share our size 9 booty (not quite "licious") bod with the zeros... Stilll, the jeans were actually so flattering, we felt no shame (insert arm wave, finger snap and the lil vixen on our shoulder sayin': "You go girl" right about here).

While they wrapped up our chosen pair (medium rise dark denims with red stitching) we decided to hang out for a while. After all, there was a great soundtrack courtesy of DJ Hapa (coinicidentally, the dude who taught us wax skillz at the Scratch DJ Academy), snacks and coffee drinks from the new Anti-Starbucks, It's A Grind and more pampering and freebies to be had...

Tami and Britt, two cool stylists from Prive Salon, gave us a sample of the do's they'll be creating for the models at the R&R runway show: big, wavy bed-head hair. (See a full report on the show tomorrow), and Ona Spa rubbed our hands with some sweet smelly stuff that kept our fingers fragrant the whole night. Mmmmm....

We could get used to this kinda life, that's for sure, especially during frantic Fashion Week. We seriously didn't want to leave this day of diva-dom, which just begs for a Stones song reference (something we've never been able to resist): "It's only Rock & Republic, but we like it."

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Tuesday Night's main event was such a producer's nightmare I almost* wanted to volunteer to help. Due to a major communication breakdown, the headsetted flacks had opened the doors to the masses before seating had been assigned. Thus, ambitious nobodies could assert their right to sit  front and center among the mostly C and D listers until they were shipped back to Siberia. Interestingly, the fascist fashion hierarchy is apparently so iron-clad that most of the folks who knew they were nobodies humbly filed into the back rows. Yours truly, of course, sat front row near Angela Bassett and Diana Ross' daughter, Chudney, who was being photographed every five seconds.

Being right up front was a good thing, because there was a lot to see.  The above pic is a relatively modest ensemble from a collection that reveled in bare breasts and butt cheeks. There was one pair of shorts that literally consisted of pockets hanging off a denim thong. "If only girls would actually wear that," said Andrew Gallery, a denim designer and video director who was like a walking issue of Us magazine. "That's Brandon Phillips, he's famous for being a billionaire...and that's the girl who won the first America's Next Top Model, with Peter Brady. They're going out, and they have some new trainwreck reality show."

Here's Andrew with a girl who is neither Paris Hilton nor Kimberly Stewart, but Alex Petrou. I wouldn't call Antik's clothes high fashion - they're high-end denim, encrusted with crystals and intricately embroidered and distressed - but they know how to put on a show. The girls stomped down the runway, wild manes of hair cascading down their backs, and the guys, some of whom had been adorned with beautiful feather mohawks, just seemed happy to be there. The vague cowboys and Indians theme was especially apparent in pieces like these red leather stars and stripes chaps (buttless, as if you didn't know that). For the grand finale, a tribe of painted savages rolled out a mechanical bull, which a young hottie in the teeniest of tops then rode like an expert. "Paid. In. Full." pronounded Andrew. Backstage, the model revealed that she acquired her skills at Union Cattle Company on Hermosa. Field trip, anyone?

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Danny Masterson and Bijou Philips chill at the Ashley Paige after party in the VIP lounge.

Bonnie McKee and Kate Perry, rival singers make nice. I tell Kate she looks like Zoe Deschanel. "My ex-boyfriend is dating her, I guess he has a 'type'  it's kind of a sore subject," she explains.

I score a VIP bracelet from these guys...

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Check out tomorrow's LA WEEKLY for a full run down on the Ashley Paige show, in the meantime, here are some sneak preview pictures... The inspiration: Easy Rider and 70s rock chick:

The manifestation: The make-up was done by DuWop Cosmetics,

a blush and eyeshadow duo were created especially for the look of Ashley Paige's show, described as "rebellious surfer girl goes camping in Topanga..."

I chatted with Laura De Luisa and Cristina Bartolucci (owners of DuWop cosmetics) backstage, and asked them where the named DuWop comes from. "you want the official or the unofficial answer?" asked Laura. "Unofficial first," I begged. "I don't know if you can say this, but du means two in Italian and, well, we're both Italian," Laura said a bit sheepishly. "Oh, I can say wop, my last name is Immediato, as Italian as they come." And we three wops had a chuckle...

The models line up for run-through:

Ashley Paige flashes her bling bling grill:

The models strutted to AC/DC, remixed Zeppelin, and from the toe-tapping crowd, a whole lotta love:

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Teased locks were adorned with seashells and starfish, netting peaked from below skirts and behind bustiers, and haunting music propelled the mermaid-like models down the runway at Deborah Lindquist's show yesterday at Smashbox Studios.

A fashion week pattern is emerging, we've seen enchantresses, sirens, and mermaids, it seems Spring 2006 is all about shipwrecking men with beauty.

Is it me or do the models keep getting younger and younger...?

This little mermaid brought plenty of attitude to her catwalk.

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Silvia (L) and Suzana (from Romania and Croatia, respectively) were sharing a smoke outside the Buffalo dressing room. According to Silvia, L.A. Fashion Week is much more relaxed than New York's. "It's more commercial here," she said, adding that in New York, models get paid in clothes. "I'd rather get paid in money."

The theme of Buffalo's show was "Dressed to Kill," but the Bond girl hair and makeup seemed a bit at odds with the beachy denim, flowy chiffon tanks, festive tiered skirts, and beribboned ankle boots. 

Actress Bree Turner, whose friends styled the show, holds up one of Buffalo's fat goodie bags. Bree will appear this spring in "Just My Luck," alongside Lindsay Lohan. The local girl also starred in the cancelled TV series Good Girls Don't, which has become an unexpected hit in England. "Evidently we're huge on the BBC," she said. "In L.A. I'm just a nobody."

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Silvia (L) and Suzana (from Romania and Croatia, respectively) were sharing a smoke outside the Buffalo dressing room. According to Silvia, L.A. Fashion Week is much more relaxed than New York's. "It's more commercial here," she said, adding that in New York, models get paid in clothes. "I'd rather get paid in money."

The theme of Buffalo's show was "Dressed to Kill," but the Bond girl hair and makeup seemed a bit at odds with the beachy denim, flowy chiffon tanks, festive tiered skirts, and beribboned ankle boots. 

Actress Bree Turner, whose friends styled the show, holds up one of Buffalo's fat goodie bags. Bree will appear this spring in "Just My Luck," alongside Lindsay Lohan. The local girl also starred in the cancelled TV series Good Girls Don't, which has become an unexpected hit in England. "Evidently we're huge on the BBC," she said. "In L.A. I'm just a nobody."

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