It’s a good thing the Victoria’s Secret fashion show will be on TV in a couple of days, because I’m not really sure how to describe it.

Something like, “At last night’s Victoria’s Secret show, naked women, but for $3 million bras and tweed bustles, walked down a triangular runway, around the Black Eyed Peas who performed with mimes and trapeze artists, in front of a diverse front row including Jay-Z, Carine Roitfeld, Michelle Trachtenberg, Dr. Dre, Patricia Field and Sir Richard Branson. The giant blow up dog that blew up out of the floor at the start of Pink section took our breath away and we left the Armory covered in glitter,” would be a good start.

It was sort of like fashion Disneyland; there were lasers and dancers, people were in the sky, wings were made out of balloons, Fergie was actually great and the whole production made a Chanel show look like it’s put together by a high school stage crew (a really talented one, sure).

If there’d been clothing, I’d say it was the most fun I’ve ever had at a fashion show.

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}

—PHOTOGRAPHY BY JEREMY KOST

—PHOTOGRAPHY BY JEREMY KOST

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}

The Phi show was just down the block from Milk studios, but it couldn’t have been more obscure.

We entered through a random door, stood in a cold cement hallway, shuffled into a freight elevator and walked into a narrow L with a mini-pit and just three rows - three power rows though. LSD, Carine, Sarah Lerfel, Kate Lanphear, Erin Wasson, Trainas and Sarah Rutson all sat front row to soak up the power bondage collection.

Designer Andreas Melbostad was inspired by levers and pulleys, wearable technology if you will, that resulted in strapped and buckled corsets over sheer tees and dresses with sharply tailored blazers and pants. As in any bondage-like collection, it’s hard not to stare at the shoes, but Melbostad‘s laced up, cut out dresses certainly helped.

Every single piece was so beautifully built that we walked away lamenting what it’d look like when Zara tried to rip it off.

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.

Brian Reyes has had a loyal following of influentials since he first launched his collection in 2006. The Elle crew was the first magazine to get behind him in a major way and they were out in full force this morning, from Robbie, Joe, and Anne to the rest of the fashion news team, and celebrity guest blogger, Becki Newton. Longtime fan Rachel Bilson and her stylist Nicole Chavez were also in the front row yet again.

But this season brought a new major face…Carine! I get pretty excited when I’m at the same show as CR, so I can only imagine what it feels like for a designer knowing she’s watching their show for the first time.

What I always love about Brian’s clothes, and what I saw again in this collection, is that he brings in the uptown training he got at Oscar but makes it young and cool and something I really, really want to wear. Now there were some teeny tiny shorts that will definitely work on the adorable Rachel B. Me, not so much.

But the prints were gorge and the dresses were incredibly “it” girl appropriate. Usually, black isn’t what comes to mind when I think of Brian’s clothes, but the dresses in that color were some of my favorites.

I’m keeping my fingers crossed for some awesome Vogue Paris credits.

The first thing that I noticed walking up to the tents this morning was the always impeccable Carine Roitfeld wearing a wide-brimmed floppy hat. Her choice was perfectly appropriate for the beautiful weather we’re having today, as well as for the islandy feeling of the Carlos Miele show.

The show opened to a soundtrack of loud, lively Brazilian music—claps, whistles, and all —and flirtatious grins from Abbey Lee, Eniko, and Constance. The dresses that came down the runway immediately made me long for a tropical vacation, with their sheer, billowy fabrics and brilliant colors.

We just received a copy of Amanda Brooks’ new book (out September 15), I Love Your Style. And while we haven’t had a chance to really read through it, we are pretty much dying over the pictures which seem worth the cost of the book alone.

The book breaks down style types into six categories: Classic, Bohemian, High Fashion, Street, Minimal, and Eclectic. And inside we found pretty much every stylish person we’ve ever obsessed over either caught on the street, at parties, in films or just wherever they’re looking the most perfect. From Jackie O to Carolyn Bessette, Ali McGraw to MK & A, to John and Yoko, Chloe Sevigny, Jane Birkin, Carine, Anna, Kate and everyone in between.

Seriously, there are tons of famously iconic moments along with loads we hadn’t seen before. I’m taking it home for the long weekend to get some much needed Fashion Week inspiration.

It’s kind of like a giant US Weekly for the fashion set. Delicious indeed.

There’s been a heated internal beauty debate going in my head since first seeing crimped hair again in a major way on the February runways.

I’ve gone back and forth between swearing I would never ever do this to myself again and thinking that maybe I could pull it off. Besides, while I suck at straightening my hair, this is a lot more foolproof.

This afternoon I finally got to dive into the September issue of Vogue Paris. Along with the Sasha P./Liza editorial below, I’ve now fixated on two shots of Julia Stegner, in all her crimped glory from the beauty pages.

Now I’m 100% going to Target this weekend to pick up a new crimping iron. Of course I don’t have the genius Laurent Phillipon on hand to perfect my mane, but I am thinking this could be another helpful tool to have in the arsenal for the seemingly neverending battle of growing out my bangs.

Oh, the things you and your magazine can convince me to do, Carine.

We weren’t sure why Erin Wasson, free, homeless-person loving, Alexander Wang-wearing rock ‘n’ roll hippie decided to show her AW10 line for RVCA at the commercial epicenter of New York Fashion Week, the Bryant Park tents.

Because though she’s a Maybelline face and Maybelline’s sponsoring the tents, all of her cool friends will be downtown at Milk Studios.

Now we’re hearing she’s not just showing in the tents, but in The Tent, the massive space in which Herve Leger stuffs their starlets, Zac Posen housed five pianos and Justin Timberlake played host to Carine, Anna and J.C. Chasez.

How, exactly, is Erin Wasson going to fill such a huge space? Why, exactly, does she want such a huge space? No idea, though now we know why they’re taking forever to come out with the damn Fashion Week Calendar — they’ll need a good hour cushion before and after the show if they expect everyone to head uptown.

So, according to MSN it’s time for all of us to get new wardrobes — if we follow their rules, that is.

They released a list of 12 things that they think people should not wear beyond their teens.

And while we’ll give some merit to midriff-bearing tops and slogan tees, that’s about all we can get behind.

Apparently dramatic patterns, sequins and extreme stilettos should get the ax once you turn the big 2-0. God, someone should tell Carine!

And don’t even think about carting your oversized bag anywhere either, since they’re just so taboo also.

We say fashion rules are meant to be broken, especially these ridiculous ones. What say you?

—MELISSA ELLIOTT

Grazia is in a tizzy today over Cheryl Cole’s eyebrow trim job. They compared a recent picture of the British pop singer to a picture from last year, where she has more going on above the eyes, and held up the older picture to be far more appealing. I think Cheryl looks pretty in both pictures, but definitely in different ways.

It’s amazing the difference removing less than an inch of hair can do for a face. My natural eyebrows are very thick. Even my tweezed brows are heavy. I once had them waxed even thinner, and was devastated. I saw a whole different person in the mirror. I underwent a similar transformation to Cheryl’s, and felt I was verging on plastic - like I had lost some part of my personality.

After seeing the Richard Avedon fashion photography exhibit at the International Center for Photography, our love of fifties glamour is revived. We especially love the circle skirts that give volume to the models’ slim frames.

The fifties have certainly never disappeared from the fashion spotlight but what’s being accentuated of late, however, is the hips - going back to the Balenciaga S/S 08 runway or Galliano’s Lisa Fonssagrives-inpsired couture with its armor-like hip plates.

But it seems that the shoulders had to take their turn first.

Now that we’re all more than a little sick of that Balmain jacket, the hips taking center stage, quite literally in some cases.

Sasha and Carine brought the look to the beach and the past two nights, Beyoncé sang and danced in a gold Thierry Mugler leotard with padded hips at Madison Square Garden.

Seeing as this is an area of the body that often causes loads of female insecurity, do tell us, would you ever try out this look?

—AMANDA JEAN BOYLE