We produce models as fast as we can, given the fact that you guys steal them away within months.`

We’ve recently lost Agyness, Daisy, Alexa and Karen, so thank goodness our model machine keeps churning out new faces.

Meet Amber Le Bon, daughter of Yasmin and Duran Duran’s Simon LeBon. The combination of her mum’s legs and her dad’s rock star appeal is thoroughly British. And she’s still too young to leave us. It’s no wonder she’s just signed contracts with high street store River Island and Myla, the lingerie brand whose recent ads starred your Lydia Hearst.

Thanks in no small part to her mum’s enviable Alaia collection, she stood out at last night’s Hogan party, even while surrounded by the likes of Beth Ditto, Giles Deacon, Savannah Miller, Lily Cole and Katie Grand.

—CHARLEY B.

I finally went to Saks on Friday.

I knew things were bad - I live in New York, I work in fashion, I have lawyer friends and retail friends and finance friends, a roommate from Detroit and parents who aren’t too far, sorry, weren’t too far, from retirement - but seeing Saks in worse shape than Union Square’s Trader Joe’s on Sunday afternoon was, basically, horrifying.

Where YSL bags and Chloe clutches proudly sat are stacks of crumpled $50 cashmere. Rolling racks fill almost every aisle, so stuffed with this season’s merchandise that you can’t possibly see anything without ripping it from the hanger. Marc by Marc Resort 2009 is already 40% off and I found Alexander McQueen sequined leggings on the floor. Someone wrapped Alaia belts vertically around a pole by the Oscar de la Renta and I spotted the Miu Miu dress Isabeli Fontana wore on last February’s runway crumpled in a ball underneath a 50% off buffalo plaid Ralph Lauren coat hanging from one shoulder.

And the shoe salon, the shimmering bastion of exotic footwear so recently honored with its own zip code, looks tragic underneath tumbling piles of shoes that used to cost $1000. If you can wade through the Stuart Weitzmans to the scratched up Fendis, Viviers and Balenciagas, good luck finding your size because the defeated sales people are holed up in the middle of the room, the only place with regularly priced shoes and the only area without a single customer.

I still couldn’t find the handbags anywhere and not a single employee knew what I meant when I said they weren’t in their usual home - probably because they’re temporary employees, (who by the way are wearing jeans on the floor, which is a sign everyone’s pretty much given up).

I left, pouting, not even tempted by $200 Prada shoes. I should’ve skipped the trip altogether so that if, or more likely when, they finally close their doors, I remember the old Saks instead of the outlet version.

Because even though I know how important it is to “get it,” denial’s so much more comfortable.

Remember in Clueless when the crew makes a “cameo at the val party”? I always thought it was great how everyone wears red and green, and Summer even wears a legit Christmas sweater while stealing the snowman from the lawn. But you also have Cher in the infamous Alaia, Tai in that plaid jacket, and Dionne wearing that pouf skirt and crop top combo complete with Santa hat.

They’re obviously dressed for the season, but no one acknowledges the fact - it just seems to be. We know it’s technically just a movie, but is Christmas dressing a product of constant exposure to Santa and his elves, or something more deliberate? Natalie says the idea of dressing “Christmasy” never occurs to her (but it does to her boyfriend), and Britt doesn’t own anything red or green, so there’s no chance of her matching the wrapping paper.

But I’m a huge fan of red and green together, and use the season as license to indulge. Maybe it’s because I lived in Florida for so long, where Christmas must be a state of mind since it looks nothing like in the movies, but I definitely think looking festive (I even approve of jingle bell jewelry) is half the battle of feeling festive.

But then, I remember overbearing Jo-Ann Fabric shoppers pairing matronly snowman sweaters with reindeer earrings and I lose my nerve again.

Thoughts?

—BRETT KANE

Everyone always coos over everything Carine struts in on the Tuileries each season, and these amazing lattice/gladiator/bootie/sandals by none other than Alaia were no exception. It’s the perfect combination of boot and sandal, and the suede makes them totally wearable in winter (with tights of course).

Unfortunately, these ideal shoes are out of the price range for most - think around $1,500 - so when we spotted them on Baker’s on sale for $50, we were kind of excited. But then we realized:

1) They aren’t even real suede, so the shoddy quality won’t give them lasting power.

2) They lack the signature tan Alaia sole- more subtle than the notorious Louboutin red sole, but still a crucial element.

3) They won’t come in the amazing industrial-strength Alaia box that almost serves as a shoe shrine instead of simple casing.

4) You can pretend, but you won’t be able to have an actual Clueless Alaia moment.

We kind of wish we didn’t know the Baker’s version was a knock-off because they amazingly maintain the sexy vibe of the original, but really, it’s all thanks to like a totally important designer, so no.

—ALEXANDRA BEN-GURION