“The whole streetstyle thing these days is like a job, it’s all planned and thought up in advance; it’s not as though you just “happen” to run into one another. Outfits are prepared in advance… I just hope it doesn’t end up making it lose its spontaneity and make it become fake.” —Anna Dello Russo kills the street style romance in Swide.

Do the Twist: Vogue Nippon’s Fashion Director Anna Dello Russo’s ditched her Balmain shoulders and Mary Katrantzou prints for a boyfriend blazer and classic white shirt. We like it. {Garance}

Word Up: Antonio Berardi’s on a roll and the Times sat down with him to talk past collections, John Galliano, and current fame. If body-con’s your thing, choose Berardi over Herve - always. {TimesUK}

Cuffed: Who knew a denim skirt could look so perfect? Can someone get this on Abercrombie’s inspiration board? Great. {Sartorialist}

Scaredy-Cat: Eniko Mihalik’s first show was Chanel couture. She’s still scared of Karl, but it Chanel asked her to abandon all other shows in favor of theirs, she would. {W}

What’s Up in the Place Vendôme: Kate’s in Paris and she’s sporting a particular glow. Her hair’s shiny, she looks happy, and she’s not carrying a Longchamp bag. Oops. {Grazia}

In the December issue of Interview (covered by Penelope Cruz who follows in the severe footsteps of Keira and Kristen), there’s an editorial full of best front row faces.

“The inner sanctum of fashion’s elite has been given a new platform,” they write. “Followers of fashion have shifted their fascination away from the runway to the cool people sitting alongside it in the front row. The audience of style makers has become the subject matter itself with fashion scenester as the new celebrities and the blogs relentlessly following their every move.”

Their portfolio includes stellar shots of Charlotte Stockdale and Jefferson Hack, Daphne (of course) and Katie Grand, Natalia Vodianova and a pregnant Dasha. There’s also a dripping wet image of Anna Dello Russo, though for once you won’t look at her clothes - her killer legs take over the page.

Each image comes with a quote including this one from Tabitha Simmons, “Fashion has sped up so much due to the internet. I don’t understand what race we are all trying to win.”

All of the images, after the jump.

Despite its less than stellar performance since Valentino’s exit, the industry’s VIPs continue to flock to Valentino.

Today’s show played host to a stellar trifecta: Linda Fargo, Michael Roberts, and Anna Dello Russo sat front row for Maria Grazia Chiuri and Pier Paolo Piccioli’s second effort.

Their collection was pretty - very, very pretty.

The clothes weren’t overly complicated, nor dramatic or groundbreaking, but their sense of lightness looked comfortable and desirable. If they were going for dreamlike, they succeeded with a palette of dusky nudes and lilacs. Sparks of Valentino’s signature heavy handiwork appeared on mini-dresses and a gown or two, and of course, there were bows.

As for the showmanship of the show itself, no expense was spared. Black and white images of mutating orchids and flames were projected onto the walls of the tent and the tones of grey translated to the seats, which, by the way, were the most plush seats I’ve ever seen at a fashion show - soft banquettes, only three rows deep, perfect for resting my Fashion Week ridden body.

Of course the lingering question is, and will be for some time, what did Mr. Valentino think?

—REBECCA SUHRAWARDI AUSTIN

Gareth Pugh grew up a bit in Paris yesterday.

What came down the runway at the Palais de Tokyo was undoubtedly him - tight tailoring and construction mixed with extremity and androgyny - but this time it was softer, gauzier.

Cool slate tones took the place of his usual black and white palette and sheer lightweight fabrics draped his models where weighty materials once ruled. His collection was still beautiful, still out there, but more approachable, even if veiled in typical Pugh drama. The show started with copious amounts of smoke, dramatic lighting, loud music and featured massive feathered headdresses throughout.

A handful of bloggers in the audience were less than thrilled; one declared it “too commercial.” But those bloggers are off their rocker. Adrian Grenier and Rihanna might have sat front row, but Rick Owens and Michelle Lamy were still there countering their pop celebrity and the collection was one of Gareth’s best.

Of course, sitting across the aisle from Anna Dello Russo was a slight distraction, but no complaints from me.

—REBECCA SUHRAWARDI AUSTIN

Because Fashion Week brings out the best in them.

Pucci’s Upswing: Anna Dello Russo must’ve made Peter Dundas’s day. She wore his green and white cut-out sequined long sleeve mini, dare we say it, better than a model ever could. And thank you Tommy Ton, for all the angles. {Jak&Jil}

Color Me Crazy: We dare you to read a single post of Garance’s and not want to hug her. She may be the nicest person on the street style circuit (and really they’re all nice), which is why everyone’s smiling and glowing when she snaps. These pictures make us want green, now. {GaranceDoré}

Peeps on the Street: Remember Balenciaga boy? Phil Oh managed to catch him on the only day of London Fashion Week that he wasn’t rocking his Louis Vuitton bunny ears. Yeah, we were jealous. {StreetPeeper}

Thank god yesterday quickly turned from the day I almost got trampled by a certain Fashion Week-obsessed celebrity blogger in a hot pink suit with camera crews into the day that I was in an elevator with Anna Dello Russo and had the chance to soak in her perfection from head to toe without looking like a total creeper.

We rode the elevator up to the Soho House library for Mulberry’s SS10 presentation/mini-runway show. They’d plastered the walls with the same candy colored print from their invitation and stacked the center of the room with carousel horses. A handful of editors (they had about five different time slots yesterday - a dream) circled the ‘runway,’ sitting in plush velvet chairs and couches. Carine held court in the corner with Julia and the first model walked out with a French bulldog puppy.

It took about three looks for me to pull my eyes away from the tremendous crimped hair, but once I did I loved Emma Hill’s flirty sheer dresses, slouchy rompers and bow-covered denim shorts. The bags, of course, were stellar. The Bayswater came in everything from shiny black and pink leopard print to slouchy leather and school bags came in both clutch and over the shoulder form. And there were even Mulberry jackets for the puppies!

I skipped the candy apples on the way out to stare at Anna’s towering laced up Louboutins just one more time.