I got to Marc at 7:45 - the earliest I’ve ever been in my entire life.

There was a line for ticket holders and a line for not ticket holders. I’m not sure what happened to the latter because my ticket was turned over, flipped upside down and the beefy security guard even read the serial number. Once inside the boiling hot white box I was told a) the girls were painted white and b) Lady Gaga was definitely coming.

I stationed myself behind Katie Grand, Juergen Teller and Jefferson Hack (down the row from Rachel Zoe and across from Anna and Bee) and soaked in all their British (and I guess German) brilliance. At 8:03, Perez Hilton was still by his lonesome and the two conspicuously empty seats were filled with Madonna and Jesus. PR’s panicked, “Lorenzo swore he’d take care of it!”

Iris Strubegger opened in a charcoal coat belted over something cream with a very white face and very Geisha shoes. Ruffles followed on suits, dresses, skirts, bags, scrunchies, they came in tulle and wool and cotton and anything else. Karlie wore a military coat, Stam rocked a black cut-out jacket and Vlada had her bra on the outside. The show ended with a series of beautiful dresses, hand beaded white over nude tulle and cream ruffles edged in black all over slightly loose nude mesh leggings.

Lorenzo and Gaga did show up about twenty looks in. Photographers went nuts, do we photograph the clothes? Madonna? Gaga?

Clothes please.

Oscar De La Renta showed his resort collection this morning.

On Park Avenue, naturally, in a pretty small, light room with an organ at the end of the runway and a balcony wrapping around. Vogue took up three rows - Andre Leon Talley wore a dusty pink alligator trench, at least two girls rocked Ann Demeulemeester’s brown lace-up sandals, one lounged in Alex Wang’s grey sweatpants and when Anna tried to sit down Bee squealed, “Mom, that’s my seat!” to which Anna laughed and promptly switched to her proper seat beside Grace Coddington.

The first half of the collection - white and navy boucle tweed suits, shifts, newsboy - screamed Chanel, especially when set to French tunes. The fantastical cocktail dresses built from lace, jewels and what looked like a fabric interpretation of chocolate shavings are exactly what we’d wear if we decided to be a lady who lunched for Halloween (if the costume came with a check).

Karlie opened and closed the show while Aminata, Daiane, Kasia, Hanne, Arlenis, Liu and Ubah also walked. I couldn’t help but think of all the nasty comments Oscar’s made regarding the First Lady’s fashion choices and wonder if this was him desperately trying to land in her closet.

Meanwhile, we just heard Vogue has swine flu. Great. My morning just got significantly less glamorous.

If you’d told fourteen-year-old me that in ten years I’d be sitting across the aisle from JC Chasez, the editor-in-chief of French Vogue, American Vogue and Paris Hilton at Justin Timberlake’s fashion show in New York, I’d have thought you were mad.

When Carine magically appeared in the first row decked in pink Margiela fur, heads huddled, “Are we at the right show?…What is she doing here?”

Then suddenly Anna was there, with Bee, just four seats away, “Um, we must be at the wrong show. I just wanted to see what Jessica Biel looks like in person. William Rast doesn’t even advertise in Vogue! I’m so confused.”

But then, thankfully, JC Chasez and his bright blue sweater vest sat just one seat from Carine (awkward!) and I knew I was in the right tent. I also suddenly remembered the moves to my 1999 cheerleading dance to “Bye, Bye, Bye”.

Meanwhile, the Americana collection paraded down the runway. The clothes were inspired by movies like Thelma & Louise; they reminded me of Isabel Marant’s Spring collection, very Western with fringe, studs, beaded embroidery, feathers and patchwork denim. Even Justin managed to work in a bit of Balmain influence with shoulder pads inside his vintage-like t-shirts.

Alas, no Jessica Biel, but Carine and JT in the same room more than made up for it.

Update: Apparently, she was there. Oops, now you know just how big the tent is!

To: Tips@Fashionista.com

From: Mountain@Stocking.com

Hey Guys,

I just got back from Sundance and I thought you would find this interesting: I didn’t get to see The September Issue.

However, I did see the U.S. premier of Rudo y Cursi Friday night and guess who was there? Not just Anna Wintour but also her daughter Bee. Apparently they’re big Gael Garcia Bernal/Diego Luna fans as well. The strange thing is, I don’t think anyone else in the theater recognized them.

Bye.

Reader Danielle found herself at Sundance’s premiere of The September Issue and knew she had to share.

Her favorite part? When Bee (Anna Wintour’s daughter) tries to engage her mother in a serious discussion on her own legal career aspirations while Anna gives her a “We’ll-see-about-that” look.

For more Vogue-y bits, jump.

But only if you want to know what happens!

At last night’s CFDA / Vogue Fashion Fund party, it wasn’t just prize money that got exchanged.

Anna Wintour started the night with two fashion accents - one was her daughter, Bee , and the other was a Chanel Haute Couture jacket, studded with jewels and glowing the kind of green usually reserved for Kryptonite.

Then Style.com reports that somehow, by the end of the night, Ms. Wintour had been relieved of all her accoutrements - both Bee and the sweeping Chanel coat somehow landed with Ashley Olsen.

The backstory is intriguing, but we’d rather go where US Weekly can’t, and ask the key question - Who Wore It Better?

Hint: The answer is Anna.