You know that moment after you stare at the same ad in the magazine about ten thousand times you just realize you need the thing… last season my personal favorites were the Prada ads. This summer it’s the YSL.


Can’t even imagine wearing anything but greys, blues and metallics right now — un point c’est tout!

Possibly, but only below 14th street and if we knew for sure we’d be photographed by the Cobrasnake that day.

Cory Kennedy, do you hear me now?

It’s a mystery really: girl’s flat as a flounder, has world’s stumpiest legs and yet looks absolutely blockbuster on the beach. In fact we’ve been wanting to live out the esoteric beach babe fantasy ever since we saw Sasha a year ago — in piled on Chanel, Marni and Vuitton (we love Karl Templer). Here we have Sasha in March 08 Vogue Paris in style of none other than the 80’s cartoon Jem and the Holograms (what an excuse to wear all things pink!). But aside from pink, doesn’t our Russian look amazing?

Forget La Esquina and Da Silvano, the chicest (and arguably the hardest to crash) fashion haunt is now Consulat général de France. Spotted at the visa section today were Serbian beauty Ana Mihajlovich and her exceptionally lithe model friend of Ukrainian nationality. Eastern European greyhounds were applying for Shengen visas in connection with the upcoming fashion weeks. Dressed in de rigeur skinny jeans & cashmere cardigans the beautiful mannequins carried a laquered boxy Chanel and a YSL downtown muse respectively. Later, however, the girls were missing from the passport pick-up line. Mon Dieu! Did they not get the visa?! French consul, he is très très strict!

Stuck at the border: Ana Mihajlovich