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.

“Retirement is not one of the topics with which I deal. Why should I? I still have so many projects that I sometimes don’t know where to begin. Chanel will still need some clothes when I’m 89. The world can count on me for a long time.” —Karl Lagerfeld on those pesky rumors.

Natalie Portman wears a jealousy-inducing amount of Chanel on the cover of the current V.

Not content to pay homage to the brand through editorial, the magazine enlisted the help of filmmaker Stephen Smith to make a short film dedicated to the house of Chanel.

Natalie Portman’s not in it, instead it features a stop-motion collage of Chanel imagery, including some killer striped booties and a tweed hatbox bag, that make for the liveliest wish list we’ve ever seen in action.

Get Involved: Though there are a handful of dissenters, the relationship between fashion and Gaga isn’t waning. You can play, too. Nick Knight and Ruth Hogben (who’s worked on Gareth’s films) are asking for your video submissions based on The Apocalypse to play on her tour. {ShowStudio}

Red Rover, Red Rover: Celine’s landed at Dover Street Market, Phoebe Philo’s Celine that is. Who says Spring 2010 can’t debut in Fall 09? Phoebe even helped design the airy space to house her collection. {Dazed}

Got It: After last year’s Hilary Clinton/Vogue fight, Jonathan Van Meter finally got his chance to profile the now Secretary of State. Annie Leibovitz photographed her in the White House, so gowns. {Vogue}

The weather in New York has taken a turn for the cold and blustery incredibly quickly. It’s making me sad. Except for the fact that I can start busting out my tights on a regular basis.

What I’ve realized I’m lacking is an array of black patterned ones. Every night this week, I’ve seen at least one adorable pair on a girl in a simple outfit that becomes a little less simple with that extra addition.

Unfortunately the Louis Vuitton and Chanel versions aren’t exactly how I should be spending my paycheck right now. Unless of course I decide to give up Christmas presents for the fam. Last night at the hair salon one of the girls (who also happened to be a dead ringer for Rayanne Graff) told me hers were from Urban Outfitters and that she’d just picked up a whole bunch of them.

This Betsey Johnson pair seem to fit my criteria perfectly: black, not so dark as to obscure the pattern, and affordable. Plus they have bows! Even if those aren’t your style, there are tons of others to choose from.

Friday shopping complete. Now if that wind would just die down.

As H&M gets older and wiser, their collaboration launches get bigger and better.

Stella McCartney launched her line with a Gwyneth Paltrow and Dita Von Teese attended bash in an old schoolhouse, Matthew Williamson rocked a ship in the Hudson River with Grace Jones and now, Sonia Rykiel will celebrate her collection for the Swedish mega-brand with a parade and runway show in Paris on December 1.

It’ll be in the Grand Palais, home to Chanel’s runway blow-outs, and feature both the lingerie, debuting for holiday and the knitwear which launches next spring.

No word yet on who will sit front row, but given the star power of Sonia’s 40th Anniversary bash, we have big expectations. And with Lara, Caroline and Anne in the ads, we expect big models, too.

I am a self-professed jean addict. My closet is literally 40% denim. And I like to think I’m pretty well-versed in all my brands, etc, etc. But this week I learned of one I’d not heard of before called Blue Notch. And it’s incredibly cool.

While they did indeed give me a pair in a dark wash boot-cut, I assure you my love was not bought. The stuff is really good. I literally wanted to wear the jeans out of the showroom.

The line is about a year old and designed by a husband and wife team—actually “Notch” part of the name is their initials, like NO+CH, which I find adorable. But back to the clothes, it’s seriously high-grade, crazy soft Japanese denim and actually comes from the same mill where Balenciaga and Chanel get theirs. But the prices are way more reasonable, with basic styles costing around $180.

Don’t Cry For Her, Argentina: Claudia and Karl are tearing things up in Buenos Aires on the set of the Chanel Spring 2010 campaign shoot. Craft services is offering up “rich barbecue” though somehow we can’t see Karl chowing down on that. {Fashionologie}

Little Pink Houses: I’m from Indiana and we love all things Mellencamp. Especially supermodels who marry our favorite son and settle down in Bloomington. This video of Elaine Irwin Mellencamp just made me develop an even bigger girl crush. Also, it’s set to John’s music which always makes me smile. Hoosier Pride! {Modelinia}

Award Season: We didn’t even know there was a Harper’s Bazaar Cyprus. But there is and they just gave Jean-Charles de Castelbajac a Lifetime Achievement Award. {Fashion Insider}

Silver Screen Hamish: First he conquered the great outdoors and now Hollywood. Mr. Bowles has a cameo in Oliver Stone’s Wall Street 2. What’s next…The Great White Way? {Page Six}

To say that the fashion industry is like high school is nothing new, but it’s also totally true. Which is why I love this Vanity Fair piece wrapping up the SS10 season with yearbook-style awards for different designers and collections.

We pretty much agree with their choices. Prabal Gurung was definitely on our Most Likely to succeed list. And Mary Kantrantzou for Best Nerd and we like Christopher Kane for Biggest Flirt. Though perhaps our favorite was the cutest couple, which is actually a threesome: Lara, Freja, and Baptiste.

A few more high school-themed suggestions that came to mind are Tory Burch for Class Treasurer because really who does sell-able better than she does at this point? That would be one profitable class. Plus I found this season much cooler than usual. Monique Lhuillier can head up the prom committee with all her pretty party dresses. And Alexander McQueen is for sure in charge of the A/V club.

So who do you elect to Class Council? And who gets your superlatives?

In Vogue’s April issue, Sally Singer hung out with Zoe Kravitz and Olivia Thirlby while they searched high and low for clog boots.

Though no one, from Alex Wang to Opening Ceremony knew what she was talking about, Olivia insisted, “I’m bringing back the clog.”

To which we thought, “No thank you.”

And then of course they stomped their way down Chanel’s runway and forced us to think about them again. So here we are a couple of weeks later, split down the middle. Last night over post-party pizza I told Faran I’d never ever wear clogs. Ever. She gave them a resounding, “Hell yes.” (Though she’s had this debate before.)

Intern Alyssa says no, “They’re ugly and unflattering. Maybe a step up from Crocs,” and intern Kate agrees, “When I was little I had them in lots of different colors to match my outfits. But my mom dressed me, so I had no free will.”

You already know how much we love the schoolgirl braids and pigtails that made their way down the runways for SS10. But the girly trend didn’t stop there. From flowers at Chanel, bows at Luella and Vuitton, sweet barrettes at Phillip Lim, and pretty headpieces at Peter Som, sweet hair accessories are definitely having a moment too.

We love a low-maintenance way to do a little something extra with the hair. And none of these are too precious or sugar-coated that a grown lady can’t pull them off. Phew.

Tired of doodling on paper or the soles of your Converse? How about your arm? Your thigh? Your chest?

Rodarte kicked off the body art trend in New York, covering their models with Sharpied tribal shapes to complement their primitive, deconstructed collection. James Kaliardos pulled from a variety of inspirations to come up with the black curvilinear designs that ended up the perfect armor for Rodarte’s futuristic warrior girls.

—PHOTOGRAPHY BY JEREMY KOST

1. I wear one pretty much every day anyway, and now I feel soundly on high beauty ground thanks to the trifecta of YSL, Lanvin, and Chanel.

2. They became new and fresh again at YSL with the addition of a slew of old school comb headbands. I used to rock those things like a champ back in 1997-98 and I’m looking forward to bringing them back. Perfect for every day in my opinion.

The recession might not be over, but Chanel couldn’t care less.

While last season’s show remained elegant and subdued, this season Karl went all out with Halloween worthy decorations, live music and a spectacular collection.

The designer’s time in Vermont has turned him positively country. Hay covered the aisles and floors and even the benches were covered with sleeves of distressed brown jute, stamped with double ‘C’s naturally.

Heidi Mount opened, at the sound of a rooster’s crow, and the rest of the girls popped out of a haystack in the middle of the Grand Palais. Eventually, Lily Allen popped out, too - she’s probably the only face of Chanel to perform her talent mid-show - and gave the collection an upbeat soundtrack.

The clothes however, were almost Victorian with swathes of gauze and big collars; Karl’s rocker edge came through with skinny pants, chain belts and tough boots. Though there were clogs, too, paired with tiny party dresses. It was classic Chanel, which means everyone loved it.

But no one loved as much as Freja and Lara, who jumped Karl’s new favorite Baptiste in the haystack and then enjoyed their own kiss, sans boy. For a show that’s always in the same place at the same time, you really never know what’s going to happen.

—REBECCA SUHRAWARDI AUSTIN

Dree Hemingway’s walking Chanel tomorrow morning; quite the season for the literary heiress.

Ed Note: And now for a quick break from all things Parisian!

There’s nothing I like more than a well-executed costume party, especially one that’s Great Gatsby themed. (Because fashion and F. Scott together is unbeatable in my book.)

So I was obviously jazzed about Thursday night’s College Ball at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

Guys and gals took the Met by storm in a party to rival those of Gatsby himself. The scene was that of a society ball: dancing, drinking, and nibbling on hors d’oeuvres; a perfect reprieve from crazy college life.

My fashion expectations were set high for the night, thinking of John Galliano’s FW07 and SS08 flapper collections and the revolutionary 1920s styles of Mlle Chanel.