Yesterday afternoon, The Daily posted an imagined interview with the November issue of Allure. The story’s set up as a look at what it’s like to be a glossy mag in a world that’s constantly downsizing.

Its tone, however, made it feel more like an interview with a petulant, somewhat ditzy, undernourished starlet. Full Disclosure: I’ve worked at both places, but this left me wondering where The Daily’s flood of negativity towards the beauty book was coming from. Take this exchange for example:

Does it embarrass you to scream words like “sexiest” month after month?
Even a glossy can blush. We’re using variations of that word more than ever before. It must sell or something. But why not use it in top left then?

And this one:

Do you move on the newsstand? Be honest.
It really depends. Sometimes I linger, especially in bodegas. I do better at airports. Even with my strict exercise regime and all that green juice, I feel totally lame when the US Weeklys of the stand outperform me. If I could cry, I would. I think I have body dysmorphia disorder.

Extreme Carine: Isabeli snags a French Vogue cover, shot by David Sims which we like very much. We also like coverlines that actually make us pay attention. How extreme will they go? Can’t wait to see. {Models.com}

Two All Beef Patties, Special Sauce, Etc: Yesterday it was moustache tees. And today brings a shirt featuring another one of our favorite things, Big Macs. Thanks Traver Rains! {Nylon}

Product Overload: We’re so pumped to see Nine , unattractive Vogue cover notwithstanding. The ladies look so gorgeous in the trailer but we had no idea there was that much product on set. But when Rob Marshall says it’s “all about the hair” you gotta stock up on hairspray. {Allure}

Costume Season: We don’t mean the kind that comes with candy corn. Though these pieces of jewelry make us equally happy and decidedly less nauseous. {W}

“I’ve always been known for my scent, if it was in high school, or in the lifeguard truck (‘Where can I get that scent for my wife?’)…I’ve been offered fragrance contracts like everyone else and their dog (hey, that’s that good idea, all natural, of course) but all the elements never came together—the stamp of approval from PETA; the environmental aspects. (I was a bit ahead of my time). But now it works!” —Apparent scent guru Pamela Anderson to Allure on her new perfumes, Malibu and Malibu Nights. We’re gonna go ahead and stick with Daphne Guinness.

Keeping Score: Let the NYFW wrap-ups begin. First up, the Wall Street Journal’s scorecard. {WSJ}

Tweet, Tweet: Britt and I developed a pretty serious Twitter addiction over the past 10 days. We literally couldn’t stop ourselves and almost lost it when our phones died. She’s already in London, so you can keep up by following Fashionista_com. {Twitter}

Front Row Fabulous: I’ve been thinking about this outfit that Carine wore since I saw her walk into the tents that morning. Utter perfection. {WhoWhatWear}

Jak & Jil Meets Style: Tommy Ton is now shooting street style for Style.com. Yay! And Congrats! {Style}

McKinsey Watch 2009: The consultants have finished their reports at Condé and rumored info is starting to trickle out. Keith Kelly is reporting today that Allure, Teen Vogue, and Details have been spared, at least for now. They were thought to be in precarious spots. Dear Uncle Si, please don’t kill TV. We love it too much. {NY Post}

Next Tuesday, Allure’s fashion director Michael Carl is hosting a party at Housing Works.

It’s part of their editor’s choice series in which the charity, the largest community-based AIDS service organization in the country, asks an editor to cull the best pieces within the store and present them to the public.

Carl’s party, “Last Days of Summer,” also has two co-hosts, Charlotte Ronson and Shoshanna Gruss whose swim collaboration debuted earlier this year. The friends are donating shoes and swimsuits for the event, too.

The party’s free and open to the public from 6 to 9 on August 24th at their Tribeca store on Chambers St. Go early so you’re home in time for the Rachel Zoe Project’s season two premiere and Anna’s Letterman debut.

This story on Allure’s blog, originally from The British Telegraph, particularly struck me just now in light of all of your comments on the Cintra Wilson quote, as well as just the heated tone of comments on the internet in general.

Here’s the deal: A woman’s Facebook friend posted an incredibly derogatory remark about the size of her nose on her wall. Said woman was apparently already self-conscious about it and this remark was the last straw in her decision to get plastic surgery. She now says she thinks this person did her a favor. Wow.

This makes me incredibly sad. But I feel there are probably so many stories like this happening every day, perhaps not the point of plastic surgery. The anonymity allowed on the internet (though obviously not the case in this particular story) leads people to say things they might not in person. Especially regarding a person’s appearance. This is perhaps even more likely at, say, a fashion or beauty site.

Okay, so this new technology we just came across over on Allure’s blog sounds way cool in a very Minority Report sort of way.

Apparently there’s a company in Japan that is developing a “fragrance communication” system that allows you to send a scent via the internet.

What the what? Yeah, we did a doubletake too. Seems that you hook something up to your computer that then follows digital commands and mixes the fragrance for you to smell.

Of course many perfumes are super complex, so there are sure to be some limitations. But it sounds like sooner rather than later you’ll be able to test a scent before you buy it online. Just keep some coffee beans at your desk when you’re trying out a bunch.

Our one fear? Pop-up fragrance ads that become the digital equivalent of unwanted scent strips inside of magazines.

At last night’s Dior Cruise show, Christina Aguilera sang along to her own song during the big finale while a lot of glitter fell from the models’ nails and eyelashes.

Meanwhile, Allure countess Linda Wells had two empty seats next to her in the front row, leaving everyone to wonder whose they were supposed to be.

All sorts of rumors flew, from Madonna to Beyonce, and the clever boy who speculated the seats were for the ghost of Dior’s past, but if you actually know, then you know the drill:

Email tips@fashionista.com and reveal all.

Tell early; tell often.

xoxo Fashionista.