Last night was the second time this week we found ourselves in the car park at Selfridges.

On Sunday, Yasmin LeBon hosted the Really, Really Great Garage sale to raise money for Mothers4Children and last night, Vivienne Westwood showed her Anglomania collection to everyone from Tracey Emin, Rosemary Ferguson and Little Boots to Julia Restoin Roitfeld, Yasmin Mills and Lady Victoria Hervey. Daisy Lowe stomped down the runway as she’s prone to doing in an eye-popping, colorful Masaai warrior look - the collection’s recurrent theme.

The whole Survivor-esque thing felt quite timely, given that Londoners are still reeling from the Luella news, but Viv was not discouraged, “It’s a bit of a cull, innit? May be a good thing, she may just come out bigger and better. Tell an English bird she can’t do and she will come out stronger - trust me!”

Still Going Strong: Indochine celebrated its new book earlier in the week after twenty-five years in business. Give us vintage Kate and Christy any day. {TheMoment}

Oh, Louie Louie: Lara may be fronting the actual spring/summer campaign for Louis Vuitton, but Daisy Lowe’s secured a spot in their “beach-wear lookbook,” whatever that means. She shoots in Miami this weekend. {Grazia}

Get Your Cavalli On: Isabeli Fontana just shot Roberto Cavalli’s spring/summer campaign with Carolyn Murphy. The first makes perfect sense, the second’s still confusing. {Fashionologie}

Catch This Wave: After spending last week in Costa Rica, I still refuse to wear a coat in New York. Thankfully, Vogue’s avoiding reality with me. This week’s Most Wanted appeals to your inner surfer girl. {Vogue}

Someone tweeted that they skipped yesterday’s Jeremy Scott show because they weren’t sure they could handle him so early in the morning.

You don’t really know what you’ll get with Scott, though bright colors and something giggle-worthy’s guaranteed, but this time he wasn’t just inspired by a particular pop culture icon, he actually sent the Flintstone family down his runway.

Pixie Geldof stood in for Wilma, Chanel was the perfect Bam Bam and Cole Mohr, well his barely there Speedo wasn’t exactly Fred-like, but he was still head of the house in his “Your Cave or Mine?” shirt.

Even more disturbing than the dude in a hot pink one-strapped Borat-like bathing suit was the amount of weight Daisy Lowe appears to have lost. Between her and Lara Stone’s new approach, we’re already lamenting the loss of a single curve on next season’s runways.

Bass Alert! We have yet to personally spy our fair Chuck in the ‘hood shooting this season. But thankfully Nylon offers up a scrumptious fix today in the form of a multi-image foreign ad campaign in their Korean edition, with Miss Waldorf of course. Man, we can’t wait for season 3 to start. {Nylon}

Carrie Bradshaw, The Sequel: SJP is back to shooting SATC, complete with a gold metal Chanel clutch. {Jezebel}

Renaissance Girl: Daisy Lowe talks W-burg, her jewelry line, why she likes to look like a china doll, and making toilets. {W}

Ugh. Just Ugh: You know how we feel about Megan Fox, so you can understand how this news makes us horribly distraught. Really, Mr. Armani? Really? {Fashionologie}

“Who’s Daisy Lowe?” —Vivienne Westwood, on celebrity offspring, at her son’s exhibit, when asked about the star of her SS09 show in The Sun.

We produce models as fast as we can, given the fact that you guys steal them away within months.`

We’ve recently lost Agyness, Daisy, Alexa and Karen, so thank goodness our model machine keeps churning out new faces.

Meet Amber Le Bon, daughter of Yasmin and Duran Duran’s Simon LeBon. The combination of her mum’s legs and her dad’s rock star appeal is thoroughly British. And she’s still too young to leave us. It’s no wonder she’s just signed contracts with high street store River Island and Myla, the lingerie brand whose recent ads starred your Lydia Hearst.

Thanks in no small part to her mum’s enviable Alaia collection, she stood out at last night’s Hogan party, even while surrounded by the likes of Beth Ditto, Giles Deacon, Savannah Miller, Lily Cole and Katie Grand.

—CHARLEY B.

But I Don’t Wanna: Daisy Lowe is not an it-girl. What, what’s that you say? But everyone gets an AP ad these days. {DailyBeast}

Silly Simon: The master of windows makes the Queen out of ribbon and sticks her in Barneys’ windows in honor of Sir Paul Smith. If anyone can make the recession a happy time, it’s Simon Doonan. {Racked}

Brad Who?: Rachel Zoe needs a new assistant, maybe. This anonymous Craigslist ad suggests Brad’s fallen by the wayside. Too bad we love New York. {Blackbook}

This Dress Please: Who makes the dress Agy’s making out in? {Fashionologie}

I get to PPQ about five minutes early. I’m meeting Rebecca from Elle.com and despite our seated status, we and the rest of the crowd are locked outside a gate. While the show should be starting, workmen bring in the benches.

Alexa Chung slides by and The Moment twitters that editors are being turned away while socialites are flying in. We get past the gate and there’s a bar serving PPQ lemonade - which has no lemonade and tastes like straight Pim’s. By now, we’re practically in a mosh pit. No one’s let behind the curtain - not even Alexa Chung - until 8:37.

Everyone’s told to put down their glasses, alcohol spills, a girl slips, her knee cracks, she passes out and the stampede rushes on into the almost mile long arcade. Rebecca and I pick her up and get her sorted before taking our seat in the mono-row, (how Marc).

By now it’s 8:53 and 2812 starts in Camden in seven minutes. Colin McDowell and Hilary Alexander both get up and leave. The British Vogue editors behind me chatter, “That’s interesting, should we go too?”

As I’m about to bolt, the lights go down and Daisy Lowe stomps her way down the runway.

The clothes are bright, the braids are plastic and the shoes are fun.

I do indeed bolt before the finale and thank god that I’ve made it this far without passing out, falling down or trampling any passerby.

Last night’s Vivienne Westwood Red Label show was held in National Hall, a giant sports like venue complete with stadium seating.

Lily Cole sat front row while the likes of Daisy Lowe and Alice Dellal insisted on clomping their way down the concrete runway. Jourdan Dunn opened, for the second season in a row, and Jo Wood, ex-wife of Rolling Stone Ronnie Wood, closed.

The collection was inspired by school girls and their naughty head mistresses which meant loads of plaid and cleavage-inducing corsets worn with massive over-the-,knee boots made of chintz in golds and pinks, see Tanya D at left.

The clothes were classic, casual Vivienne with some pirate hats and bondage shoes thrown in for good measure. We’ll wait for Paris’ Gold Label show to really rave.

Like any good American girl, I’m obsessed with Topshop.

And like any good fashion obsessed girl, I love Katie Grand.

But I have to admit, the Katie Grand styled Topshop Unique show was kind of a mess.

The clothes were very new rave, neon and kind of grungy. Liu Wen, Karlie (walking her first London Fashion Week), Jourdan & co. stomped down the runway in hooded anoraks and massive, blanket-like scarves. There were Balmain-shouldered sweatshirts paired with patchwork leather skirts, ill-fitting tube dresses and a hooded multi-colored sequined jumpsuit to top it all off.

Meanwhile, the accessories rocked, especially the glow stick necklaces and clutches.

Before the show, Hanne Gaby Odiele complained about her fat legs.

During the show, I sat right behind Daisy Lowe, Pixie Geldof and Lydia Hearst (from here on out referred to as the Brit It-Girls). I’d stuffed my face half full of delicious Topshop meringues before someone was kind enough to point out that I’d be in every single paparazzi picture this side of the Atlantic.

Whatever, the meringue was delicious. Wish the clothes were, too.

Sitting at the Charles Anastase show, we felt like London Fashion Week had really started.

It was a sweaty, hot, mad mess in what looked like someone’s really large flat. The PR’s screamed: “Is Suzy coming?”, “Yes!”, “No, I’ve just rung her driver!”, “Get Tim Blanks!”, “Is he downstairs?”, “Yes! Yank him up the stairs!” while Pixie Geldof held court in the front row with Diane Pernet and Daisy Lowe crashed half way through.

The collection was part punk, part wearable. We’d rock the plaid jackets and striped skirts anywhere, though we probably wouldn’t tie our arms down with rope; the oversized pink cardigan was striking, though no hand chains, please; the shoes were unreal though we’d need them 3” shorter and minus the smeared mud.

Shirts came printed with “Dementia,” “Don’t Kiss,” and “Malia Obama” and the models wore the goth red lip that was everywhere in New York.

Very excited chatter led the way downstairs.

—PHOTOGRAPHY BY JEREMY KOST

So, it’s January and it’s time to put those New Year resolutions into practice - cut down the alcohol intake, quit the smokes and get down to the gym. Realistically, the only achievable one is get a gym membership (and hopefully, you’ll actually use it).

But dressing for the gym can be quite a drama. You’re obviously going for the sole reason of getting fit, but you don’t want to look like a WAG, head-to-toe in a pink Juicy tracksuit or Olivia Newton John circa “let’s get physical”-inspired. Right?

So good news: In 2007, Lainey Sheridan-Young (formerly of Conde Nast as a stylist and booking agent) launched Hari, a British lifestyle brand for girls who want to workout and look like themselves at the same time. Better news: The line now has a functioning website (you’ll even find Daisy Lowe in there modeling some Fall looks) so you can check out their stock.

But if you want some, you may be fighting with Cheryl Cole and Madonna (in a dream version of shopping for gym clothes, of course) - They’re both huge fans.

—BR(IT) BOY

You may already know that two of the most anticipated ads for Spring 09 have finally been revealed - Chanel’s, with mystery girl Heidi Mount posing in Karl’s Vermont home, and Daisy Lowe on a white bed for Marc by Marc.

And what do these two things have in common?

A certain austerity we think we might start seeing in other campaigns, too…

(Slideshow after the jump!)

The end of the year is always full of wacky lists, but this one tops them all.

Company Editor Victoria White, Pearl Lowe, Amiee Berman and Brit PR king Ian Johnson have named the twenty coolest women under thirty in Britain and Lily Cole’s topped the list.

In fact, there are seven models on the list, including Alice Dellal, Alexa Chung, and Daisy Lowe, who came in six places above Agyness Deyn.

Apparently, the judges made an effort to steer clear of the “uber-successful” ladies like Lily Allen, Keira Knightley and Sienna Miller which led to Lily being “the unanimous winner”.

“Everyone on our list has done something incredible with their lives, whether it’s combining a modeling career with university studies, or transforming a hobby into a luxury range.”

Um, ok, sure. But unanimous, really?

We’d have bet money Pearl voted for her daughter.

—BR(IT) BOY

WWD has more details on the Scott Schuman for DKNY Jeans Spring ad campaign.

Apparently, the ads are more Sartorialist than Donna.

Instead of shooting the stars in a group - Chanel Iman, Daisy Lowe, Sean Lennon, DJ Coleman and Kelly Osborne’s boyfriend Luke Worrell - they’ve been shot a la the Sartorialist. Mostly alone and always “spontaneously” as though they’ve been caught out and about on the streets of New York.

It’s Scott’s first major ad campaign, though his images sometimes grace his own site in ad form for Absolut, and the second time he’s aligned himself with a specific brand (Gap). As for DKNY Jeans, the Vice President of marketing says the brand won’t make a single recession minded cutback on advertising, despite the wary actions of their parent brand because as Donna says, “jeans are not about a season, but rather part of your skin”.

At least the major fashion mags are guaranteed one page of advertising.

Pringle of Scotland’s recruited Daisy Lowe, Pixie Geldof and Lydia Hearst to pose in their Fabien Baron-directed Spring ad campaign.

Someone’s having an identity crisis.

The “troika” of It-girls, (and never has “it” meant nothing more than the sum of daddy’s money), star with two actual models in the black and white, sixties style spread shot by Steven Meisel.

Pringle says, “We were looking at iconic faces and Pixie Geldof had been on our radar for a little while, and then we started looking at the friends she hangs with….I liked the feeling of reality…it’s not just pulled together for an ad campaign.”

We say, “If you’re revamping your image to appeal to a younger demographic, just say it. Please don’t call Pixie Geldof’s face iconic. Please don’t assume Lydia Hearst hangs out with Pixie just because they’re both rich and please don’t pretend your carefully calculated ads are snapshots of reality. And please continue to use models.”

On another note, Adidas is adding Jeremy Scott to its list of “celebrity faces” fronting the Spring 09 ad campaign which begs the very important question, do actual real-life customers even know who people like Jeremy Scott, Pixie Geldof, Harley Viera Newton, etc, are?

Because companies are shelling out way more dollars for these people than they would for unknown and gorgeous models, and we’re dying to know - is it worth it?

“They’re lauding the ample, sexy behind of Joan, Mad Men’s smoking-hot secretary, and beginning to reject the boniness of eastern European skinny-minnies. Could it be that, finally, we can put those two incendiary little words, “size” and “zero”, behind us, and that Lowe and her softly cut ilk are the poster girls for a new aesthetic of womanliness and personality that lies ahead?” - Kate Spicer, on what she thinks is ‘the death of size zero’, in the London Times.

ps. Just wondering, when did it become ok to make fun of eastern European girls’ looks in such a blanket way, something we’ve seen a lot of lately?

Elettra Rossellini Wiedemann is the new face, or body rather, of Italian lingerie line Yamamay.

What is it about kind of random foreign lingerie brands and super skinny daughters of important people that make such a good pair?

Well, according to Yamamay’s CEO, Gianluigi Cimmino, it’s Wiedemann’s “innate elegance” and perfect “curves” that make her the ideal face for their “sensual” underpinnings. He loves that “all women will be able to relate to her”.

Elettra’s gorgeous, but seriously? We thought lingerie ads were supposed to be aspirational, not relatable.

Which explains the long roster of pretty rich girls with well air brushed bodies fronting an international array of bras: Lydia Hearst for Myla, Kimberley Stewart for Adore Moi, Daisy Lowe and Peaches Geldof for AP and now Elettra for Yamamay.

So, Lou Doillon for Princess Tam-Tam? Because, she like totally reminds me of my BFF.

Daisy Lowe may have been everywhere this past Fashion Week, but WWD’s reporting that we’ll probably be seeing her a lot less very soon anyway:

They say Cory Kennedy, face of Urban Decay / Sebastian / half of NYLONtv, is set to replace Daisy as the face of Docs.

No idea if this has to do with Daisy’s departure from IMG - it shouldn’t, since her contract for Fall 08 was renewed even after her split with the agency - but we’re not at all surprised with the choice of her successor.

Cory, who’s signed with One, makes as much sense for Docs as any other way eastsider. So now with a third campaign soon to be under her belt, comes the big question - will people finally start referring to her as a model?