Corduroy magazine (think Interview, except more indie/artsy), is looking for a few good stylists.

They’re looking for fashionistas who can handle spreads as well as celebrity portraiture, so it sounds like actual experience is a must.

(In fact, they say they’re always on the hunt for contributors - writers, photographers, whatever - so we suggest contacting them if you want to work for them in general.)

Send your info to submissions@corduroymag.com, and good luck.

Good news for those of you that missed the pop-up Target shops, and are way too excited for Anya Hindmarch’s Target line to wait until it hits the super store October 12:

Anya’s decided to sell the line on her own site a full four days early.

They’ll be available only on her site, until the 12th, then only on the Target site and at Target stores starting October 14.

Could go pretty nicely with this $20 Richard Chai vest, no?

Really, we should have seen this coming. I mean, MK was wearing them eight months ago. But now we’ve seen them at Michael Kors and Ralph Lauren, not to mention on Aggy - so we think it’s official: small, round sunglasses are the new lens shape.

For the past few years now, sunglasses have been going the course of bags - the bigger and blingier, the better. So it’s kind of refreshing to see people choosing a shade shape not with the same standards as when shopping at Costco.

The shape, that’s both retro (ex: John Lennon) and Blade Runner (ex: Ralph Lauren Spring 09) can add a little bit of “Oh, hello, those are different” to pretty much anything, which is probably why they’re coming back. And they let people actually see your face, which could be a good thing, unless you count on big glasses to get you to and from Starbucks without anyone knowing you’re exhausted / hung over / not wearing mascara.

On the other hand, when MK wore them, our reaction was mixed, so we can only imagine the implications for a mere civilian. Like, don’t they just kind of make you look like Sean Lennon (or even Elton John)?

—HAYLEY PHELAN

Emilie, Intern

Got Her: Backstage at Vivienne Westwood.

Stalked Her: Because she looked nice and Vivienne looked too busy.

Shot Her: Because she has a lot of clothing on her little frame, but doesn’t look frumpy. We’ve been trying to experiment with different pant volumes, too. But we always end up looking more clown than chic.

She Says: “I’m a pattern cutting intern for Vivienne. I love working for her - it’s amazing. My favorite part of this collection? The roughed up, aged white denim shoes.”

We Say: Can you cut us a Vivienne one-off?

The Cacharel show might be the longest we've ever attended.

When it finally ended, everyone stood up to leave and it started again. The first time through, we saw at least forty-five looks from Mark Eley and Wakako Kishimoto, the new creative directors of the brand.

Their girls wore colorful summer dresses, crop tops, bird earrings and especially cute sandals. The best part of their outfits? See TeenVogue.

Then, after the first designer bow, we were treated to a string of archive-inspired liberty print dresses modeled with bare feet and a bow from Cacharel's founder Jean Bousquet himself in celebration of its 50th anniversary.

At least they know that if you make it long, you have to make it worth it.

WHICH beloved baby-faced model, usually on her best behavior, has been less than agreeable this season, refusing to listen to her handlers and sneaking out to parties? Sounds like a summer of New York City independence went to her pretty young head…

This just in from Paris:

Balenciaga showed menswear in his Spring 09 show, on boy models, as previously reported by, uh, us.

We’re assuming this is all a part of Gucci Group’s expansion plans for Balenciaga, as detailed in this morning’s WWD - the only thing left would be a proper ad campaign, and his menswear could be put into shoppers’ focus.

But, we may be getting ahead of ourselves. There may not be any images of the boys’ clothes yet (at left is an image from Nicolas’ Spring 08 men’s show), but Cathy Horyn’s already proclaimed the “stiff dark suits without lapels” to be “duds”.

Yikes.

“Serena’s in Women’s Wear Daily?!” - one of the minions, in what had to be the most brilliant / bizarre product placement in television history, on Gossip Girl.

My camera is like, so over Fashion Week.

Or maybe it was protesting the lit up runway at Yohji Yamamoto. Either way, my pictures are terrible. So I’ll tell you about the pre-show conversation I had instead and you know where to find runway pictures.

I sat next to an editor from Vogue Brazil. Her thoughts on:

Anna Piaggi: “Do you know her? You are so young! She makes me tired. She is always perfectly dressed, meticulously coiffed. I just think, it must be so hard to pack because you know, in Brazil, we have so much help. Her home, in Milan, is literally covered in clothes, the most beautiful clothes that everyone who loves her has given her but so much work to take care of!”

Yohji and Comme des Garcons: “I saw them both show for the first time here in Paris in 1983. You were born, no? It was revolutionary, like girls walking out of a bomb. An entirely new aesthetic for us, all black and so deconstructed -brilliant.

Tokyo: “I went to Tokyo to interview Yohji in ‘92 and he is such a gentleman. A very quiet gentleman who was so famous, worshipped, in Japan. You know, his look is not trendy right now, but look at all the women who love his clothes. He will always be relevant.”

We should just write one form post that reads like this:

__________ showed ruffled dresses and tops layered under ________ jackets. The collection took a turn for ___________ toward the end with sheer ________ and some sort of _______ jumpsuit.

That's pretty much how Isabel Marant went. The fill-in words would be Isabel Marant, denim, the fancy, pants and childish.

The collection was shown to an all American soundtrack, or the French version of one, including Kids in America, then Crimson and Clover, Bette Davis Eyes, and Candy.

The show took place across from the Eiffel Tower to an audience including very American socialites who wouldn't look twice at the clothes if they hung in the Levi's store, (because that's where it looked like most of them belonged), but will no doubt eat up the bootie shorts, crocheted rompers and cut-out tops.

Or at least, that's what we want.

Fashion's full of tough choices. Since we already saw Vivienne Westwood's Red Label show in London, we thought we'd swing by backstage for her Gold Label show before heading to Yojhi Yamamoto.

First, the hair. Bumble and Bumble's Rolando Beauchamp is the nicest person we've ever met - and his devotion to Vivienne might only be matched by ours.

"It's all about hot desert days," he told me. "This girl, she's been out in the desert, hasn't showered or washed her hair. The products are giving me that dry dirty texture before I pull the front off of the face and wrap it all in tulle. It's different colored tulle which I'm using as though it's just more hair."

Meanwhile, the models tried on their clothes. Or rather, they stood still while three people at a time dressed them, (which doesn't bode well for our plans to one day wear Vivienne Westwood everyday) and six hands put on their shoes. Then Vivienne tweaked, someone took Polaroids, and the girls went into make up.

We couldn't steal the shoes for you, security was insane, but we can tell you how to get that amazing black lip - on TeenVogue!

I'm still not used to the kind of fashion show where people care more about Harvey Weinstein than Patrick Demarchelier, more about Katy Perry than Anna Piaggi.

But I guess that's why I don't work in PR and why I watch for editors' reactions instead of the runway at a show where it's only half about the clothes.

Dior's afternoon show, held in a tent at the Place de la Concorde end of the Tuileries, boasted movie stars, dramatic music cut with MGMT, ridiculously caged Cindy Lou Who hair, and handbags, of course.

From my perch above the runway, I watched Galliano's parade of modern warrior princess clothes. Raquel, Caroline Trentini and Tanya D teetered on their carved heels - think Basso & Brooke - wearing snakeskin corsets and chiffon mini dresses made for Tinsley. The Dior beauty ambassador sat front row, the paparazzi crush snapping away at Eva Green and Marion Cotillard right next to her.

The show ended with a string of sheer gowns and a runway strut from Galliano in a particularly deep-v vest. As my new French friend said to me, "Beaucoup de boobies this season, n'est-ce pas?"

To make up for the incredibly boring eight days that was New York Fashion Week, the rumors from Paris Fashion Week are piling up just as the ceremonies are getting under way:

First up, Martin Margiela may - finally and actually - be giving up fashion for good, the rumor coming in from everybody everywhere, and with some astutely pointing out that Martin Margiela himself does not even work on the line, so a replacement would be that much easier (though since Raf’s been counted out due to his newly signed three year contract with Jil Sander, who else is supposedly up for the job?) Supposedly, he’ll announce his retirement from fashion sometime soon…

Next: Alessandra Facchinetti, whose collection for Valentino this coming Thursday will be only her second, and already the Daily reports that it’s her last chance, her future at the house resting completely in the hands of the editors and buyers in the front row. And there’s more - the supposed replacement? Giambattista Valli, who some supposedly feel could bring more innovation to the line, maybe because he’s French, maybe because he’s older…

Guess we’ll know where everybody stands by next week - kind of makes the rumors on Gossip Girl tonight seem a little passé, mais non?

“Decarnin’s obviously a designer for rich girls..” - WWD, on Balmain.

I’ve been ogling these Peter Jensen for Topshop loafers, left, for a while now. I loved the patent leather, but I didn’t love the price tag.

But now, thanks to Topshop’s ingenuity, I’m in luck. They’ve knocked off their own designer collaboration, right, and designed the exact same shoe for $85 less.

Let’s examine the (tiny) differences:

- Peter Jensen’s are a little shinier, but we don’t know if that’s a good thing.

- Peter Jensen’s do have that candy apple red while Topshop’s are a little more blood-stained.

- Peter Jensen’s seem to be a little better constructed.

Granted, these are pretty simple penny-loafers gone red patent and Peter Jensen nor Topshop are reinventing the heel, but come on, really? The only real difference, besides the price, is that the Peter Jensens are labeled as “designer” and Topshop’s can be found under “smart”…

—ALEXANDRA BEN-GURION

Hey, did you know we vote in the next President in about five weeks?

Because if you work in fashion (or if you own a TV, buy newspapers, etc) there’s no way you could’ve missed it.

Way back in August, it was announced that a bunch of very cool designers (Zac, Marc, the Costello boys, the Rag & Bone boys, Narciso.. - and we don’t think we need to tell you Alexander designed the long tank at left) would produce some cool merchandise for Barack Obama’s official online store. And now that it’s up, we’re amazed they talked Marc all the way down to $75 for one of his bags (a canvas tote).

Then during Fashion Week, Barack pins became a hip accoutrement, as seen at Doucette Duvall and Rachel Roy (literally), to name a few.

Then Anna jumped in with that huge fundraiser, and Michelle Obama reciprocated by wearing fashion favorite (but mainstream nobody) Thakoon on the national stage twice, and now Marc’s decorated his Bleecker Street storefront with not just Obama love, but Biden caps to boot.

So, is it helping out fashion’s favorite candidate for President? Guess we won’t know for a few more weeks. But in the meantime, we really wonder whether there are any McCain supporters among the fashion designer set, and what kind of excuses they have to give when approached to design Obama totes and tees…

Fashionista mascot, Cintia Dicker, has been everywhere lately.

First, we got word she was posing for Marie Claire, then that she would be smiling for Glamour.

And now? Faran spotted her on Target's site over the weekend (she took screenshots - after the jump! - just for you), and well, we're giddy with excitement that these are all just warm up steps to an upcoming Spring 09 campaign.

Gap, are you listening?

To: tips@fashionista.com

From: dothe@shutterbug.com

Subject: SPOTTED

Patrick Demarchelier was up in Harlem on Thursday shooting Alicia Keys for Vanity Fair.

He shot her on the steps of a brownstone at 4 West 122nd Street as well as in Marcus Garvey Memorial Park playing piano in a bandshell, and also behind a lemonade stand..

xx

Ema, Doctor

Got Her: On 15th Street and 5th Ave

Stalked Her: Because a colorful scarf with a complementary smiling face really makes our heads turn.

Shot Her: Because when we stopped her, we noticed her shoes and her purse were really great focal points, too.

She Says: "I really mostly dress for comfort."

We Say: A perfect example that dressing for comfort doesn't have to be frumpy. Plus, it's totally true what our moms always said: a smile really does go with everything.

--LEAH MELTZER

There are few things that'll get us out of bed after a very long Saturday night. But fashion shows at the Louvre are somewhere at the top of that very short list.

We didn't know too much about Lie Sang Bong, but he turned out to be worth it.

The structured collection was supposed to be a reinterpretation of traditional Korean garb. It started out with graphic shapes and a rainbow of bright colors on white dresses and jumpsuits. They were a visual reminder of Miu Miu's harlequins, though totally different.

Then Bong went through a blue period of dresses covered in square ruffles, before ending with a handful of sharp black and white pieces that might have owed more thanks to Gareth Pugh than to Korea.

The peek-a-boo dress might've called Kate Bosworth's name, but the branch-heeled shoes called ours.

WHICH major catwalker refused to let anyone, even style.com beauty photogs, take pictures of her or her finished hair before her makeup was complete? When one kept snapping away anyway, she reached out and grabbed the lens…

It says something about a designer when the front row is full of notable buyers but lacking in especially noticeable press.

We're not sure of its official meaning, but we'd guess it's something to do with the designer making clothes women want to wear instead of striving to produce the next great editorial gem.

So it makes sense that Anne Valerie Hash's collection actually looked comfortable despite its beauty. She twisted jersey into all sorts of sexy knots for yes, more jumpsuits. Lou Doillon, who sat front row with Leigh Lezark, will probably throw one under her leather jacket within the week.

And if you happen to be in the market for a metal mesh vest or tank, Anne's got you covered.

Overheard in the Vogue halls:

Katie Grand is leaving POP, the vivid British magazine she began, to start a new magazine for Conde Nast.

She offered her job to one of our favorite editors ever, but since POP is also reducing its funding now that Katie’s over and out, the candidate decided it ultimately couldn’t be worth it for her.

Now the magazine’s future is up in the air, and as for Conde Nast starting yet another fashion title, well, WTF.

How much weight this rumor holds remains to be seen - our sources are pretty impeccable, but also so thin, we wouldn’t be surprised if their extreme fashion diets were making them a little delusional.

Less Karl! More Cake! Less Stella! More Stella Artois! Etc.

If the Louvre is to Paris as Bryant Park is to New York, than AF Vandevorst is this week's Y3.

1) The venue, which we knew was far away from everything else, was a parking garage.

2) The models walked up the ramp and wove around a complicated chair formation into numbered parking spots. OK, so it's not quite an ice wall, but it didn't look easy.

3) The clothes weren't really the point. At least we hope not. The huge hair and painted lips were phenomenal, but the collection was all over the place. Not to mention sheer baby blue thigh highs aren't flattering on anyone.

And no more lace, please. It's starting to look like curtains.

Sorry if this post is less coherent than usual.

My head's still reeling from Lenny Kravitz saying, "Hey baby," when he squeezed in front of me at Rick Owens and we took each other's picture.

I thought the show was starting late because Carine was on the phone, but it was Lenny and rockstar daughter Zoe, sporting some serious extensions, holding up the smoke explosion that introduced Mariacarla Boscono.

The clothes? Impossibly cool, of course. Owens designs for the woman who doesn't give a shit what anyone thinks because she knows she's wrapped in otherworldly leather - and she's used to heads turning wherever she goes. It was fascinating, and a bit intimidating, to be in a room full of his heavily booted fans cheering on his barely there Spring designs and nun-like headgear.

And yes, that's Irina in her first show of the season. She showed up backstage half an hour before the 5 o'clock start time, got kicked out for smoking inside and had to be dragged back in for hair and make-up.

We spent the morning at Le Petit Palais getting back into the fashion vibe.

The museum launched an exhibition of Patrick Demarchelier's work yesterday and with shows from here until next Sunday, it was our only chance to catch it.

The photographer's iconic celebrity portraits and fashion editorials are scattered among the permanent collection. Madonna circa Ray of Light hangs by Monet and Cindy Crawford's next to Camille Pisarro like the Koons at Versailles.

The highlight of the exhibit is a double hallway full of Demarchelier's proofs. You can see just where he elicited smiles from baby faced Kate Moss. You notice the frames in which Justin Portman surprised Natalia Vodianova and made their son break into giggles. You can tell which pictures he liked and which ones he didn't.

It's probably some sort of fashion sacrilege to take pictures of Demarchelier's pictures, but we'd do anything for you.

The Devastee show was held in a dungeony space, underneath a bridge on the Seine.

The program said something about how the sun can be black if you want it to be and the show started with creepy Halloween music.

We're not sure where that theme fit into the collection of striped shirts, hand-painted bathing suits, low slung pants and linen boyfriend blazers partnered with slight wedges and vintage raybans.. It's not often we want to wear everything we see on a runway, but at Devastee, with the single exception of a pair of printed leggings, we'd wear it all.

We didn't see anything amazing or fashion forward, which, coming straight from Gareth Pugh, might have been asking a lot. But it's Paris and if we're in a dungeon on the Seine, we want something mind-blowing, n'est-ce pas?

I get to Gareth Pugh's show at 4:47.

The show starts at 5, but after a week in Paris, I'm still not familiar with the Palais du Tokyo.

I stand in line next to American Vogue editors and we watch Carine Roitfeld stalk past wearing sequins.

I get inside and trip over a bench that says Mr. Karl Lagerfeld and Lady Amanda Harlech. Alas, they don't show. So I get my thrills sitting inches from Jefferson Hack who shares his illustrious bench with Rick Owens, Roisin Murphy, Olivier Zahm and Carine.

The club kids sit on the other side just like London because cool kids in New York don't get to crash shows. The blogger behind me says that she doesn't understand why bloggers love Kate Lanphear and I'm pretty sure she means me.

Meanwhile, Bill Cunningham marvels at the woman sitting next to me. "But, you're actually wearing Gareth Pugh! I saw that on the runway last season and thought how does one wear such a thing?" She nods without answering; it matches her outfit better.

The show starts at 6:03.

The models wear reflective mirrors above their eyelashes causing them to blink excessively. Yet, they manage to maneuver the square runway in their seven-inch black and white platforms.

They wear Shakespearean collars on steroids, bicycle reflector suits, ghoulish robes, futuristic jackets and leather biker gear not made for the faint of heart. The show is meticulously styled by Katie Shillingford but a surprising number of pieces could be styled into a real wardrobe.

Gareth Pugh's latest collection is, in my head at least, wearable. Which is great for the designer and also for Bill Cunningham. I don't know how many more surprises the guy can handle.

That’s right, kids! Britt’s back to her Fashion Week coverage, reporting all week long from the Paris shows, starting today! Sunday be damned…

xo

Sorry to start your weekend off like this, but this statement’s been emailed to some press from NBC Universal:

“NBC Universal is pleased that the court granted our motion for a preliminary injunction against The Weinstein Company. The overwhelming evidence demonstrated that The Weinstein Company violated NBC Universal’s right of first refusal to future cycles of Project Runway. After hearing all of the evidence, the court issued an order prohibiting The Weinstein Company from taking the show or any spin-off to Lifetime.”

Questions:

1. Will PR go back to Bravo, or does that mean it’s just (gasp) done?

2. Does this affect Nina Garcia’s job / tenure / existence at Marie Claire?

3. What about Project Runway: The Movie where they just mash all the episodes into one big marathon? Can that happen?

4. What will Heidi Klum do with all her free time?!

Lily Cole just made us feel really bad about our socks.

Because in her forward for the book, Green is the New Black, by Tamsin Blanchard, she explains how exactly your socks might have caused some undue damage to the world, and well, we’ll let you read all about it for yourself after the jump.

On a side note, it’s nice to read something from Smarty Miss Model that holds up to her reputation as the intelligent one, no?

Because we have to say, we were impressed.

Just something we noticed while flipping through shows yesterday…

When we got an announcement that Stylebop’s now shipping from its New York distribution center in New York, we thought, “Style? Don’t you mean Shop?”

Click, then we realized it didn’t take us to Shopbop, home of Marc by Marc and Ella Moss, but to its shopping doppelgänger, Stylebop, home of Marc by Marc and Ella Moss.

To be fair, there are some differences - Stylebop has fewer labels and they veer more on the expensive, grown-up side. And, unlike Shopbop, Stylebop doesn’t use models, so they avoid the awkward poses and stares of Shopbop’s girls. Plus, Stylebop’s roster includes designers like Valentino and Balmain, way too up-market of labels even for Shopbop Boutique.

So could these two Bops really be a coincidence? Or is Stylebop trying to scoop up the girls who’ve outgrown Shopbop’s selection of Juicy?

Either way, all these bops are making us dizzy.

—HAYLEY PHELAN

Thanks to Leah's obsessive archiving of magazines and all noteworthy ads, we're starting a new ongoing conversation here on Fashionista, all about ad campaigns.

First up, Balenciaga. At left, we have a Fall 2000 ad, shot by Inez van Lamsweerde and Vinoodh Matadin. At right, the more familiar Fall 2008, shot by David Sims.

Of note first, obviously, is the use of a celebrity, Charlotte Gainsbourg, instead of models. With Charlotte, come connotations that inevitably affect how we think of the ad - Charlotte is sweet, down to earth, subtle, kind of crunchy. We're supposed to be struck by her in such a stiff, alien-like pose, her seemingly inhuman shadow meant to scare the hell out of us. In focus is the armor-like severity of the dress, just before our eyes finally fall onto the shoes, accessories having become so much more of a focal point for major houses in recent seasons.

But in Fall 2000, the story was different. The models come with no baggage at all, so we can only really guess what they're supposed to be telling us, the mystery seeming to lay somewhere between the model's awareness of the camera, and the bizarreness of a horse on stairs he'd have trouble climbing anyway (assuming they're ordinary house stairs).

On a side note, doesn't that dog sweater now seem like the un-ironic predecessor of the Chanel penguin sweater?

Now, your turn.