It’s day five of Fashion Week and we’re officially delirious, exhausted and overwhelmed.

We’re also having a blast, almost as much fun as Coco and Behati have in this video for Holt Renfrew. It’s basically like the videos they make on their own time, but more polished. We’ve watched it three times - hey, we need mindless right now - and can’t think of anything we’d rather do than jump on a hotel bed with piles of clothes, these two girls and a killer soundtrack.

—PHOTOGRAPHY BY JEREMY KOST

I live in a model building.

Or at least I call it that - it’s actually just a regular building in the west village in which agencies rent out a few apartments to house models coming and going out of the city.

And living with them, among them, seeing them every single day has really exacerbated my love hate relationship will all things model. For example, I hate being in the elevator with one when I’m eating McDonald’s fries out of the brown paper bag. But I love seeing them in their natural habitat and trying to absorb just an ounce of their off-duty style.

Which brings me to the problem - I can’t master their casual chic look without looking like a bag lady. And I know it’s not because my legs don’t reach my armpits, I’ve seen normal looking girls pull off Kate’s layers and Stam’s slicked back ponytails. My closets packed with scarves, sheer tees, leggings, skinny jeans — all the ingredients! But something’s missing.

Do you have this look down? What am I missing?

—CARSON GRIFFITH

Unfortunately no matter how hard you study, no matter which school you go to, no matter how many sports you play in high school, you’re kind of either a model or you’re not.

And if you’re not, you’ll probably never know what it’s like to be one. Unless of course you pepper a super successful one with a million questions. So just in case you never get the chance to do that, we’ve done it for you.

Welcome to Life With Behati in which we grab lunch, go vintage shopping and hang out at her new apartment - so new Ikea boxes are stacked in the corner and clocks sit on the floor.

She’ll tell you what she does all day, why American Vogue’s so blah and why she spent the last week hanging out with a crocodile wrangler.

This afternoon, I died and went to pre-adolescent fashion heaven.

I walked among fifty models, fifty little girls, more hair extensions than they used on Cousin It, trays and trays of plastic nails and some seriously awesome clothes backstage at Barbie’s 50th birthday party.

Charlotte Tilbury directed the make-up artists through their three looks: Retro Barbie (red lip lacquer and “visor-like” lashes), Present Day Barbie (sparkly pink lids and fabulously teased hair) and Future Barbie, with braided up-dos and insanely feathered glittery eyelids. Stila’s make-up artist promised me that, “It’s all wearable, you just have to find your era and maybe bring it down a teeny tiny notch.” Uh-huh.

Post make-up, I snuck past the dressers and into the rails, tucked myself between Marchesa’s frothy number and Alex Wang’s rhinestoned leotard and took pictures of the hot pink patent Louboutins lining the ground- it took all of my self control not to accidently slip Vlada’s into my clutch

And then I met Ken. He and his unreal blonde highlights introduced me to Miranda.

The six-year-old held her own between Behati and Jourdan in the make-up chairs. I asked her if she was excited to walk a runway. She looked at me, confused and I said, “Is this your first fashion show?”

“No,” she answered politely, though she gave Ken a knowing look. “I’m a model. Last time I was on a runway I got to wear ballet flats and they put pompoms in my hair,” she told me before getting swept into her tutu.

And that was my cue to take my seat - Part II very soon.

What will be the Electric Feel of Fall 09?

Not sure yet, but just in case you thought the band of Spring 08 had fallen off the fashion radar, they’d like to remind you that they’re still going strong.

The Virgins will kick off New York Fashion Week with a performance at the Mercedes Benz party at Shang this Friday, making it (we think) their fourth Fashion Week appearance in a row.

Which means we know we’ll be running into Stam and Behati all over the place and dancing to Rich Girls like it’s summer of 07.

If, like us, you’re worried about life post-Polaroid, or if, also like us, the expense of Polaroid film has prohibited you from taking as many dreamy nostalgic shots as you’d like, fear not.

Because now there’s Poladroid.

The site, which leads you to a downloadable application, lets you take any or all of your digital pictures and turn them into Polaroids. And since we’re of the firm belief that everyone and everything looks better in fuzzy Polaroid form, we’re rejoicing.

Of course, for the fashion industry’s sake, this isn’t so amazing. It’s the ease and speed of instant pictures that make the boxy camera so valuable backstage and in showrooms.

But now you can make it look like Jeremy Kost took your Saturday night pictures - that is, if you hang out with models and Olsens on Saturday nights.

If, for some reason, you’ve never wanted to be a model, Coco Rocha and Behati Prinsloo are going to change your mind.

Because once you watch this, you’ll want to do anything to hang out with them for a day, an hour even.

They’ve culled together their favorite pictures from last season and made a slideshow punctuated with hysterical video moments showcasing Behati’s penchant for lip synching. And these aren’t style.com pictures - they’re fingers up the nose, food on your face, i’m-just-a-19-year-old-girl-having-fun pictures framed by ridiculously gorgeous runway clothes.

Here are the times of the live action sequences in case you want to skip through the photos: the start, 2:21, 4:25, 6:17 (our personal favorite), 9:38 and 10:19.

Happy Friday!

Last night, I stopped by Helena Christensen’s photography exhibition, Far From, Close.

The launch, at Dactyl Foundation featured an incredibly eclectic group of people waiting in a ten minute line for Trader Joe’s wine.

Behati Prinsloo, wearing the same Hayden-Harnett cuff I treasure, waited in line while her boyfriend/jewelry designer Jamie Strachan huddled with Helena - in black feathers - and Jeff Koons.

Michael Stipe held court in the center of the room while Ally Hilfiger, looking more hipster than Hilfiger in buffalo plaid and motorcycle boots, ran around snapping pictures of everyone, including our own Jeremy (more from him later).

Kelly Cutrone slinked through the crowd in head to toe leather pouring Pellegrino and checking on Helena while Rachel Feinstein, not wearing a stitch of Marc, admired the proof sized prints in the entry way.

Looked like a fashion party, sounded like a fashion party - can you spot the recession friendly change?

From last night’s Mango Party in Soho.

—PHOTOGRAPHY BY JEREMY KOST

Jill Stuart, like many designers, has been known to name her bags after models.

So far, she’s made The Gemma, The Freja, and even a Calista (ok, maybe they’re not all models.)

But now, she’s doing it with shirts, too.

Witnessed this weekend while shopping: a few different blouses all named The Behati, also seen on Bluefly, at left.

And there you have it.

But we think we would have preferred a super skinny clutch.

You know how sometimes you get really goofy with your friends and do stuff like make a lip synching video to boy band songs and do dance moves like the cat-eyes and head thrashing?

Yeah, us neither, but it looks like at least Behati Prinsloo and her turquoise wig wearing friend do.

We know this clip (lovingly unearthed and sent in by reader Modesto) is on the long side, but seriously watch it the whole way through to kick off the long weekend properly.

If only we looked as good as Behati while making hate faces to a web cam…

What we saw last night, in between looking at the art, dancing under the disco ball and stalking Moby:

- Doutzen Kroes, frustrated, spelling her name to a PR girl who couldn’t figure out why she was there and if she should let her in. Also, she’s the most stunning, perfect human being we have ever seen in our lives. We are not exagerrating.

- Sean Lennon dancing with an Irina look-alike, who definitely wasn’t Irina.

- Barbara Bush dancing with Derek Blasberg, who we thought was Jack McCullough of Proenza, but wasn’t.

- Model kickball. OK, not really but Coco, Behati, Hana, Doutzen, and Elettra, (all in skintight, envy inducing Herve but Coco), huddled in a circle while their dates/friends huddled in a protective outter circle while Rachel Zoe tried to eye her way in.

- The girl in back of us in the bathroom line, asking Lou Doillon, who was in back of her, where she was from, why she was in New York and how she finagled her way into the party. Weird, because Lou is so beautiful it’s kind of obvious she belongs in all the cool places.

- Vogue’s Stephanie LaCava rocking these Dior shoes (left) like they were her favorite Repetto ballet flats.

- Rachel Bilson, waiting in line for champagne, just like us, checking out Natalie. Yes, Rachel, she actually is smaller than you.

Victoria’s Secret Pink label is partnering with the Collegiate Licensing Company.

So if you’ve always dreamed of hot pink sweatpants with your alma mater plastered on the back or a teeny tiny neon thong with your university’s mascot, you’re in luck!

Pink, a “fully articulated collegiate lifestyle brand,” will sell sweats, tees, underwear and bags associated with thirty-three “top” schools starting on July 1.

They picked the lucky colleges based on regional appeal and alumni populations. Which means they think you’ll want to buy this stuff even if you graduated ten years ago.

We can’t wait to see Behati on a billboard with “HARVARD” stamped on her ass.

Quite a change from Chanel’s runways, no?

California may be home to Hollywood and Hugh Hefner, but Miami is getting a one-up in the form of a secret:

Victoria’s Secret, that is.

Today, the company announced its December fashion show won’t take place in Los Angeles, but instead in Miami, Florida.

The move comes on the heels of many VS changes, most notably in their models: Gisele is out and Miranda, Behati, and Trentini are in.

Maybe the high fashion profile that comes from using those runway girls is also what motivated the move down South -

Before VS got to Ocean Drive, it was taken over by Karl for Chanel’s most recent resort show!

Victoria’s Secret is apparently grooming Namibian Behati Prinsloo to be “the next Gisele”.

The nineteen year old’s already posed for Nina Ricci, Marc by Marc Jacobs, Gap and H&M.

She signed on to model for the lingerie company at the end of February, but we think she’s really too cool looking to just be a Pink girl anyway.

We’re more excited to see her debut in the new, and actually first, Virgins video this summer rather than on mall billboards and catalog covers.

Not to mention we can’t think of anything weirder than rocking out with New York’s favorite underground/non-underground band while simultaneously hawking low-rise sweatpants with ‘pink’ plastered across the butt.

Guess our summers are usually more low key.

Here’s a considerably less salacious story from the modeling world:

At the Victoria’s Secret Pink party in Miami last week, Brody Jenner told Behati Prinsloo (and basically anyone who would listen) that he was very close to starting his own modeling agency in Los Angeles.

Mr. Jenner joins Donald Trump and Janice Dickinson in the list of TV boldfacers who’ve launched their own agencies, but while Trump’s girls are steady bookers in the high fashion world and Dickinson’s lot are more soap opera than style, Jenner will probably cull the beachy, the spray tanned, and the bikini born.

In other words, we’d bet anything that his first client will be Audrina Patridge.

Good luck, Mr. Jenner -

Surely this career move can turn into an entirely new TV series, if you’d like it to…

Ever since Gisele resigned from Victoria’s Secret, we’ve been killing to know which new girls the brand’s got in their stable.

Well, today we’ve got one:

Behati Prinsloo.

The 20-year-old Namibian will make her first big appearance for Victoria’s Secret next month at the Raleigh Hotel in Miami, when the Pink line has a giant pool and pajama party.

Behati will be joined by veteran VS babe Miranda Kerr, plus Brody Jenner and Frankie Delgado from Laguna Beach… wait, sorry The Hills… wait sorry, Total Uselessness.

Although, we guess anyone from US Weekly will be interested to know they’re hosting a bikini party - surely if Brody were still with Lauren Conrad, she wouldn’t allow such behavior?

Reader Rebecca sent this in for our viewing pleasure.

It seems that Coco, Behati and Kelly like to have fun in front of the computer, like a lot of us.

The only difference? Their fun includes what is likely helium and the theme song from the Lion King.

Here’s to a happy Monday morning.

Enjoy!

We’re just crawling in from the Paper Nightlife Awards, and hands-down the best moment was this:

When Perez Hilton tried to introduce Coco Rocha and Behati Prinsloo onto the stage, but he couldn’t say her name.

“I’m not even going to try,” sighed Perez before turning to Coco. “Who is she? Where is she from?”

Perez was psyched when Behati said she was from Namibia (“Really? Are you serious? That’s so hot!”) but the real action came when he realized two of our favorite faces were standing blankly on stage.

“I think you need to have a walk-off,” he announced. “Can you do a little walk? Just for me?”

The audience went crazy. The girls went into supermodel mode. And then Perez said, “Okay great, now kiss!”

It didn’t happen, but that didn’t stop Erin Fetherston from almost falling out of her chair from laughter.