Live at 7:45: Twenty8Twelve is streaming their show from London on their site. That would be 2:45 this afternoon if you’re here in NYC and you guys elsewhere can take it from there. Enjoy. {Twenty8Twelve}

Ambassador Bundchen: Gisele has been named a UN Goodwill Ambassador, focusing on environmental issues, clean water, and all around saving the planet. Her powers did not enable her to score a win in NY against the Jets for the hubby yesterday, however. {Modelinia}

Sitting Down With Yoko: Cory Kennedy talks to Ms. Ono (and Sean) about ThreeAsFour, her new album, and why she wouldn’t co-write with John. {NylonTV}

About halfway through day two of Fashion Week, the rain showed no sign of letting up, but the nasty weather didn’t stop the crowds from pouring into Milk for the Preen show.

The beloved Brit label’s front row held Alexa Chung, Cory Kennedy, Leigh Lezark, Trish Goff and and a bundle of editors. And even though I chose to puddle-hop around town in flat boots, it’s pretty clear that nothing will come between the Vogue-ettes and their Proenza heels.

The show opened with a series of moody and monochromatic looks in black, gray, and white before including hints of neon yellow and hot pink - I loved the yellow shoes! - until they finally showed fully hot pink jumpsuits and dresses.

Justin Thornton and Thea Bregazzi had a ball with texture. It wouldn’t be a Preen show without some lace, but they used ruffles, rosettes, laces and coral-like poufs to build depth into their dresses.

It was pretty clear no one would see the sun today, but the brilliant colors at the Preen show made my day a little bit brighter.

—ALYSSA VINGAN

Yigal Azrouel’s an inevitable hit.

This season’s front row star was Pamela Love, the jewelry designer (and best friend to Julia Roitfeld) who’s collaborating with a handful of designers, as well as presenting her own collection at MILK later next week.

Further down the front row sat Miss J, Elettra Wiedemann, Emmanuelle Chriqui and Cory Kennedy, but Pamela and Co, including Becka Diamond and Kate Lanphear, better fit Yigal’s slouchy sexy aesthetic.

The thing about his clothes is that even the cocktail dresses look like something you’d be comfortable sleeping in. From the jersey pants to the slouchy tees to the soft leather jackets (and I’m talking men’s and women’s), who doesn’t want to wear this? Especially when it’s hurricaning outside.

Conspicuously absent from the front row was Katie Lee Joel, who’s been at every Yigal thing I’ve attended for two years. Oh the power of Page Six.

(Also, my pictures were so awful, worse than usual, so head to Style.com in the morning!)

Claw Money is collaborating with Sunglass Hut.

The legendary grafitti artist hasn’t produced the whole collection just yet, but she’s designed one style that’ll be distributed at next week’s Social Sun launch party.

Social Sun is their new interactive way of shopping for glasses that allows customers to virtually try on as many styles as they want, blast them to friends via Facebook, texts, emails and even in-store TV screens, before deciding which ones they want to buy.

Cory Kennedy’s hosting the party/Sean Paul concert at the Herald Square flagship next week so if you see a bunch of Jeremy Scott bedecked hipsters in the most unlikely of neighborhoods, you’ll know what’s going on.

If the hot pink helmets Stephen Jones made for Giles last season weren’t quite hip enough for you, don’t worry.

Karl Lagerfeld’s one upped the Pac-Man reference. The designer showed his eponymous line this morning and sent out a parade of models rocking fur and crystal covered helmets.

What you couldn’t see from the audience were the iPods playing a slideshow of the collection. The elbow length gloves? They came equipped with iPhone holders, just in case your clutch is so tiny it can’t hold a phone.

The helmets and the caged heels were the best part of the if-Karl-were-a-woman-this-is-what-he’d-wear collection - though watching Jessica Stam hold back laughter as Peaches Geldof and Cory Kennedy wildly cheered her on from the front row was pretty good, too.

Also, if we could ask Karl one question it used to be, “What’s it like to have a butler hold your crystal goblet of diet Coke everywhere you go.” Now it would be, “Why did three men with plastic instruments slowly walk down the runway before the models and pretend to be a band, without actually moving their fingers?”

A riot broke out at Jeremy Scott yesterday - and not because you-know-who finally descended upon Paris Fashion Week - but because the world was desperate for Scott’s red-telephoned Longchamp bags.

The one-offs were intended for rows one and two - home to Beth Ditto, Peaches Geldof, Cory Kennedy, Kelly Cutrone and Gareth Pugh - and the security guards were determined to do their job well - so well that we witnessed beefy French men grabbing them out of third row purses and putting them back in front.

Anyway, Scott was inspired by Mickey Mouse. Capes and coats made of Mickey’s white gloves and black and red mini-dresses printed with Mickey’s silhouette marched out to “Hey Mickey You’re So Fine.” Then there were brightly colored coats and hundreds of buttons covering corsets and dresses, all on models topped with angular black bobs.

At the end, everything was hole-y and one editor philosophized, “Britt, I think those holes are a metaphor for swiss cheese.”

It was like eating cotton candy in the middle of the gourmet seven course meal that is Paris Fashion Week.

Pamela Anderson crashed Richie Rich’s runway at the Waldorf-Astoria tonight.

She pranced, skipped and kicked her way down the catwalk, after the model finale, a singer, a troupe of half-naked dancing men, a Kat Deluna performance, Tinsley, Aubrey O’Day and someone else who looked vaguely familiar, in a gold, thong one-piece bathing suit with plastic coins glued to it - the crowd went nuts.

That crowd included the Paper Mag team and Lynn, Ellen Von Unwerth, Cory & the Cobrasnake, a life-sized pig and Ice-T (who’s randomly popped up at different Fashion Weeks twice now) and his wife whom we were painfully close to in the elevator.

The clothes were, well, not Heatherette, but not much of anything. They were tight, they were bright, there was a one armed spandex unitard in a purple print and lots of plastic coins inexplicably glued to the men’s barely there swimwear. There was one printed summer dress we’d actually wear but we’re pretty sure that wasn’t the point of the show.

It was to have fun and of course, with Richie, it’s always fun.

Last season, Lorick was the most fun of all the shows, with cakes, good cocktails and a general party atmosphere.

This season, the show started with a lone accordion player tapping out a winding song in the dark, which continued as the models circled him in outfits we’re pretty sure even Blair wouldn’t wear.

Of note: One model lost her shoe, but kept walking on one tippy-toe like it never happened (we give her an honorary gold medal), and several other girls tumbled after that, too.

Other than that, nothing really happened - Except for Cory Kennedy and one of the mean girls from GG, the crowd seemed mostly like a friends-and-family gathering, and everyone pretty much scooted out the door as soon as it was over.

We don’t know why Lorick decided to go so somber after the riotous Spring 09, but maybe she’s just trying to stay on trend.

If you were downtown on Saturday morning, you may have noticed Scott Schuman, aka The Sartorialist, doing an outside shoot with several underage lovelies in various stages of DKNY.

The shoot, we can reveal, was for an imminent issue of Glamour Italia, and the girls - well, you’ve probably seen them before.

The tall blonde on the left - who just shaved half her head, a la Alice Dellal - is Kay Goldberg, a RISD freshman and crush of Olivier Zham who lives in the West Village. Kay is the goddaughter of Kurt Cobain but her real claim to fame is being the first-ever Look Book subject in New York Magazine - she’s also on the cover of their book.

The redhead on the right is Tess Brokaw, a former Fashionista intern who gave us the lowdown on “real life Gossip Girl style” last year and also posed in the most recent Vena Cava show. Faran introduced her to Scott after the Preen show last year, and… well… the rest is history, with a fake ID.

But where, oh where, was Cory Kennedy?!

Just like with the Cory Kennedy/Paris Hilton tee from earlier this year, Cobrasnake and Ksubi are teaming up once again, this time for an exhibition of Mark Hunter’s “social photography” (press release’s words, not ours), in Ksubi’s Australian stores.

The exhibit includes 200 signed photos lovingly curated from Mark’s hard drive, all of “young girls” (press release’s words, not ours) once featured on Cobrasnake, shot in London, Paris, New York, Tokyo, LA and Sydney.

If you want to catch the exhibit, titled “Too Young” (press release’s words, not Girls Gone Wild’s), stop by the Bondi Beach Ksubi store in Sydney at 6pm, or at the Armadale store in Melbourne on the 28th (full details after the jump).

Mark himself will be on hand, signing limited-edition tees and prints available for purchase, which, unbelievably, people will actually buy (ok, our words).

WWD just reminded everyone that Raf Simons is the newest collaborator with Dr. Martens, with his version on the angry kid classic hitting stores this January as part of Spring 09 shipments.

But we’ve been hearing something else, too, something about a waiting list for high-heeled Docs, somewhere in London -

But that’s all we’ve able to discern yet.

So if you see Cory Kennedy in some high-heeled Docs on Greene St, you know our e-mail.

This just in from NYLON:

Cory Kennedy will no longer be the hair of Sebastian. The new girl? Charlotte Ronson.

We’ve been sitting here trying to think of instances where real designers posed for real campaigns (Paris Hilton for Guess does not count), and we’re pretty sure Charlotte’s breaking the mold.

She gets to wear her own clothes in the ad, and we’re sure all her girls in February will be bouncing Sebastian-made waves down the runway, but does anyone else think Sebastian’s making some strange choices of campaign faces in terms of who most people in the country can identify in a line-up? Or maybe that’s the point…

As for Charlotte, between this and her J.C. Penney deal, we see many dollar signs in her very near future…

Daisy Lowe may have been everywhere this past Fashion Week, but WWD’s reporting that we’ll probably be seeing her a lot less very soon anyway:

They say Cory Kennedy, face of Urban Decay / Sebastian / half of NYLONtv, is set to replace Daisy as the face of Docs.

No idea if this has to do with Daisy’s departure from IMG - it shouldn’t, since her contract for Fall 08 was renewed even after her split with the agency - but we’re not at all surprised with the choice of her successor.

Cory, who’s signed with One, makes as much sense for Docs as any other way eastsider. So now with a third campaign soon to be under her belt, comes the big question - will people finally start referring to her as a model?

Right this very second, Lydia Hearst is in Paris. Not because she’s early for Saturday’s shows, but because she’s the star of the next Hermes lookbook.

This is just another gig in the UESider’s burgeoning modeling career - she’s posed for Escada, Nars, myriad editorials/covers, and she’s even walked a few runways that weren’t Heatherette.

Plus, a zillionaire publishing heiress is probably the best method of targeting-the-audience we’ve seen since Cory Kennedy smirked for Urban Decay.

Maybe they’ll even name a coin purse or something after her.

Whenever I see pictures of Cory Kennedy everywhere, we always want to ask, exactly what is she? But lately, I’ve come to realize that, at best, she’s basically a model.

Hear me out - she’s been the face of Urban Decay, she sprinkles hipster stardust on whomever’s in her vicinity, and she became famous in the first place because of some inexplicable attachment people felt to photographs of her that took over the internet/pop culture world.

Even still, we were a little surprised to come across these pictures of her shot by Jeremy Scott for Celeste.

We’re not sure why we actually really like them - maybe it’s because she’s actually working it in true model form in each photo, or maybe we’re just one of the millions that can’t look away - but we do, and so we’re wondering:

Is this the beginning of Cory, Actual Model?

You decide.

—LEAH MELTZER

“The most important thing is, to save the rainforest.” - Vivienne Westwood to Cory Kennedy on NylonTV.

We couldn’t decide which was stranger about PPQ’s Spring show: the celebrity quotient or the collection itself.

Front row held, in no particular order, Kimberley Stewart, the Geldof sisters, Russell Simmons, the Klaxons, Cory Kennedy, the Horrors, Henry Holland and Alexa Chung.

And the randomness did not stop there.

On the runway were ruffled mini dresses (on the likes of Daisy Lowe) we’d wear any day, but followed by pants and headdresses straight out of I Dream of Jeannie. One of the final looks was a black romper devoured by ruffles - a Spring trend that apparently did not stop in New York - on top but missing crucial fabric on the bottom.

We loved the popsicle colors, similar to the ones we saw earlier in the morning at Topshop, but they seemed a bit over the top when put on such silly shapes.

And we loved watching Ali Michael strut down the runway.

The show was a blast to watch, as was the befuddling front row. But we’re not sure how easy it’d be to wear, unless of course you’re Kim Stewart.

Because then we totally get it.

Between the wavy hair parted heavily on one side, the red lips, and all that uncharacteristic leather and grunge - it seems like Proenza Schouler has a new muse, and we think it’s got to be Alice Dellal.

We’re not sure how we feel about this, exactly. Sure, Alice is cute, and she’s definitely edgy. But isn’t she kind of like the slightly older Cory Kennedy? Or should we say, nine minutes of fame behind her?

Either way, we kind of loved the unexpected hardcore feel to some of the Proenza pieces. Of course they threw in some light and airy looks for good measure - It is Spring.

All that leather could make anyone feel badass, but come on, that tiny leather bustier was made for Alice. Modeling for some of the coolest magazines, designing for MANGO and now inspiration to one of the most established New York designers? I guess we’re going to have to get used to Alice as a fashion mainstay.

— HAYLEY PHELAN

Ben Cho’s show seemed to start extra late, even for Fashion Week. Luckily, we didn’t mind. It gave us plenty of time to scope out the front row which consisted of an unlikely list of young celebs: Run DMC’s two daughters, Lil’ Bow Wow, Cory Kennedy and, not to mention, MK. And we can see why they were all there.

The clothes were an interesting mix of wearable dresses, pants and tops with some innovative details (read: keys adorning sleeves and waistlines) thrown in for good measure - we could totally see MK wearing one of the form fitting black dresses with messy hair, those Balenciaga’s, and her usual quirky aplomb.

Unfortunately, we experienced some technical difficulties with our camera, so along with the pics, we’ll do our best to describe. The first look to come out was all Spring - a rainbow of colors interlacing; almost forming a plaid-like pattern and purple skirt.

The beige dresses were no less interesting - instead of keys, bright blue and dark green chains were affixed in various strategic places. More interlacing beribboned outfits came down, and in accordance with this season’s theme - a sheer white jumpsuit with bright pink underwear on full view. Actually, the whole show stuck to what we’re suspecting to be the it colors of the season: mostly black and white (white on the sheer side) and some shocking pink to really make it Spring.

—HAYLEY PHELAN