Things we liked in this behind-the-scenes video of Vogue’s Art Issue.

1. It was Anna’s idea to put Lady Gaga in the issue.

2. Lady Gaga is fully aware that she does the pantsless thing and wants something new for the shoot. Also, she arrived naked with just a raincoat on.

3. Without even saying a word, Cate Blanchett’s facial expressions prove her a better actress than most.

4. Two of our favorite redheads: Lily and Grace!

5. That it may be more exciting than the actual issue.

Grace Coddington’s going to be at Clic Gallery next week to sign copies of her book Catwalk Cats.

The book, which features a Sally Singer penned introduction, came out a few years ago and I remember walking by the Marc Jacobs store on Bleecker, just weeks after moving here, and catching a glimpse of Grace’s hair through the window at its launch party. I was in awe that just a window separated me from Grace Coddington.

The book hasn’t gone anywhere, but Thursday’s signing is for charity - and fun. A portion of the book’s proceeds will go toward the Animal Rescue Fund (Grace is, after all, a huge cat lover).

You can pre-order the book at 212.966.2766 and the event starts at 7pm at 255 Centre Street.

Holy Hotness: Current girl crush Georgia May Jagger looks smokin’ on the November cover of British Vogue. Maybe the staff at American Vogue should take notes because the quick look we just got of Nicole, Marion, Kate, and Penelope was not so cute. {Vogue UK}

Team Grace: She wears her heart on her sleeve through much of The September Issue. Now you can wear Grace Coddington on your chest, in the form of a very cute t-shirt. {Refinery29}

Fight the Power: Boing Boing got into a bit of a fair use legal squabble with the corporate lawyer types at Ralph Lauren over the site’s criticism of an RL ad. Kudos for sticking up for yourselves, but really we’re still freaking the f out over how scary the model looks. Jesus. {BoingBoing}

Anna’s bodyguard earned his keep yesterday at Michael Kors keeping the throngs of photographers swarming Michael Douglas (yep that Michael Douglas, sans Catherine Zeta Jones) from getting to the EIC and Grace. But eventually she got irritated enough to move to the second row until just before the show started.

Michael always puts on one of the most fun (and biggest - 67 looks!) shows of the week and he definitely stayed true to form with a soundtrack that started Gaga then mixed in Madonna before going back to our Lady of the week. “Poker Face” pretty much always gets me going, even on a gray morning nearing the end of Fashion Week.

The clothes gave me a boost too. Clear plastic panels on dresses! Major bubble necklaces! Metallic pants and shorts! Seafoam galore! Zippers! Delicious spring sweaters!

And as Britt so aptly said, a finale dress (pictured above) “that will be on Heidi Klum in 2.5 seconds.”

Marc has instilled such fear in me that I still insist on being punctual to shows even though I always (90% of the time) end up waiting 45 minutes.

So with coffee in hand I sat and watched Mark Ronson DJ for a good fifteen minutes until Rachel Zoe arrived and I could stare at her equally gorgeous nude Alaia wedges. Then I pondered Anna Wintour’s security guard. Has she always had him? Does she need him now that’s she’s a movie star? Was it for the mega necklace she was wearing over her beige dress? Bee sat next to her and I wanted to ask if she made it home with as much random candy as a I did post-Courtney Love. Olivier Zahm ended up on the floor next to Genevieve Jones, but after last night’s debaucherous Purple party I’m kind of impressed he made it at all.

We sat on pink chairs, like last season’s LV shows, in a salon set up while the models walked down a plush pink carpet. A retro, sexy stewardess look kicked everything off - including see-through plastic trenches and maribou furs before Zac went for disco with long pleated dresses and vibrant prints. Rachel Zoe was on, “I die” repeat in my head. That J. Alexander was backstage instructing the girls was clear - they pranced down the carpet with hands in the air stopping and twirling twice before hitting the pit.

It was the best Monday morning I’ve ever had.

We just asked RJ Cutler (who you should know by now directed The September Issue) if there were any similarities between the way Vogue is run and the way the ‘92 Clinton campaign (the subject of The War Room, which he produced and we very highly recommend) was managed. This was his answer:

“The similarity I would focus on is one of leadership—people who are passionate about what they do and are doing it under high stake circumstances. It’s a good way of describing Anna Wintour. It’s a good way of describing James Carville. And George Stephanopolous. And Grace Coddington. Though they certainly dress differently.”

Bend it Like the Other Beckham: Heidi Mount plays Posh Spice in this on-line only editorial from V. Though “chasing her kids all day,” really? {V}

Not So Fast: Gen Art, the nonprofit organization known for supporting emerging designers (including at points Zac Posen, Sari Gueron and Phillip Lim) is having serious financial trouble. This tipster says, “Gen Art deserves to die.” {Gawker}

Biba-licious: Biba’s up there with Halston as one of the brands we can’t quite keep track of. It’s just been announced that online retailer Marisot will launch Biba for fall using inspiration from past collection. Um, okay. {VogueUK}

Made Over & Under: Trinny and Susannah, the British makeover artists extraordinaire, are coming to America. Actually, they’re already here, taking Eric Wilson shopping and plucking poor souls out of Times Square and into Zara, including one woman who’d never heard of Elle MacPherson. {NYTimes}

The only movie that’s made me laugh harder than The September Issue this year is The Hangover.

Anna Wintour is funny; my mascara is smudged from tears of laughter. The film may start out with Anna saying that fashion’s picked on because people are bitter they aren’t a cool kid, but she only gets more human from there and by the end you might even want to hug her.

Grace Coddington is, as reported, the real star of the movie. Her inner turmoil over the changing industry and her role in Anna’s history plays out on screen and one can’t help but sympathize with her as Anna cancels more and more of her shoots.

The movie travels from New York to Paris for couture to London for a meeting with Mario Testino to Rome for Sienna’s shoot and back to New York to close the issue and present it to Si Newhouse. In Paris, we cringed when Anna shut Stefano Pilati down; in London we laughed at Mario’s grandly cinematic ideas and in Rome we admired Sienna’s energy and Sally Singer’s patience.

“The unexpected co-star, at least for people outside the fashion industry, is Grace Coddington…Both women have strong points of view, both are stubborn, each grumbles about but ultimately needs the other. They’re like Mel Gibson and Danny Glover in a Lethal Weapon movie, only British, female, and very nicely dressed.” —Bruce Handy in Vanity Fair on Anna and Grace in The September Issue, which we’re finally seeing tonight. 6 pm can’t come soon enough.

Just in time for the long weekend, the latest issue of WWWWD has arrived to amuse us all. As always we have more than a few favorite moments including but certainly not limited to:

—A timeline of manhood that includes Three Men and a Baby, Tom Brady, Paula Poundstone, Dante, and Lil Bow Wow. Enough said.

—LVMH entering the beer market with a gold-canned brand called Laissez-Faire. Possible face of the brand Jade Jagger loves the idea: “Laissez-Faire combines my two main interests - gold French stuff and beer - into one fabulous thing that will get me wasted.”

—Kris Van Assche feeling homesick for himself. But luckily he welcomes himself back with open arms.

—Fashion lovelies reveal what they love in a guy. Grace Coddington’s made me spit out my morning Diet Coke.

—Mert & Marcus want nothing to do with Shia LeBeouf’s package. Quite frankly, neither do we.

Happy Reading!

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.

We’ve never given away a Love is Blind post before, but fine, here you go.

Grace Jones is the fashion icon singing at Matthew Williamson’s party with H&M tonight.

Not Debbie Harry.

Not Carla Bruni.

And not Grace Slick, of Jefferson Airplane / Jefferson Starship fame who - confession - we’ve confused with Grace Jones before.

But good luck trying to crash this party - it’s on a boat. In the middle of the Hudson.

And we’re good at finding a lot of things, but a dinghy with a motor that can careen up to the side of Matthew Williamson’s random yacht? That’s a little too Pirates of the Caribbean for us…

This morning’s Lagerfeld show was scheduled for 10:00 am. Doors started to open at 10:49 am. It was cold and it was raining and this is what I heard - all polite, all amusing.

Hilary Alexander: “Get me someone from the press office please. Are we just supposed to wait here in the rain? Karl would be furious if he knew about this.”

Virginia Smith & Filipa Fino: “Standing’s over there,” says the security guard.

“I’m not standing though,” Virginia politely responds.

“Standing’s to the right,” he turns around to ignore her.

“Grace! Can you please help us?” she asks.

Grace Coddington walks by with the Harlechs in tow - both Lady Amanda and Tallulah - and even they can’t get Vogue’s Fashion and Accessories Market Editor past the man who’s devoted his morning to making sure she stands. (She made it through a moment later.)

Glenda Bailey: “But she’s very important! You must let her in,” because Roopal Patel’s hard invitation was missing.

Clueless, but magnificently dolled up older woman from the middle of the crowd: “This is outrageous! You must let us in! Why would you let her in and not us!”

Her was a Margiela clad Carine. The only person who slipped by without an ounce of trouble and the only person with a personal umbrella holder named Emmanuelle Alt.

We settled into our seats at Sophie Theallet early this morning not knowing what to expect. The French transplant made a stir last season by casting all black models (she swears it wasn’t political) and while sipping our morning coffees we could already spot Hamish, Kate Lanphear and Grace Coddington getting ready to take notes.

The show began with folky, Native American-inspired garb that would have made Pocahontas swoon. But the footwear gave us pause - We’re not exactly sure what Sophie was going for, but each model walked the runway in UGG-looking winter boots, made by Sorel, as in, the company that makes those puffy snowboots I stopped wearing when I turned 13.

But after getting used to the giant furballs below, we really enjoyed the clothes. The dresses were extremely pretty - small floral prints, sheer chiffon overlays, gorgeous sunburnt orange and autumn leave colors with intricate detail such as a band of fringe along the arm, or piping detailing along the neck and chest.

The whole collection managed to channel the Native American look without going overboard. Actually, if Pocahontas were alive today (and living in Brooklyn) she probably would have bought everything in the collection. Well, except for the footwear that is.

—HAYLEY PHELAN

This afternoon, at Thakoon, I was almost swept up in Andre’s vampiric cape.

Black, lined in red, he glamorously threw it over his shoulder on his way backstage which made me giggle which made Bill Cunningham snap my picture which made me gasp and almost trip into the Eyebeam.

Inside, my eyes zoomed to the mass of red hair in the middle of the aisle - Coco Rocha kissing Grace Coddington hello. Grace joined Anna in the front row while all the other Vogue-ttes, sat second row which is kind of confusing with people like Derek Blasberg, Jessica Joffe and Olivia Chantecaille in the front. Whose view matters more?

Anyway, Thakoon sent out a collection of impeccably tailored dresses, capes and trousers topped off with furs colored like a parrot. The clothes were considerably younger than seasons past, especially the prom-like tulle and sequin dress Jourdan wore to close the show. There were at least two Balmain inspired looks and disco ball shoes. Michelle Obama might have difficulty choosing a first lady appropriate outfit from this selection.

But how much would you love to see her in one of those colorful fur hats?

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!

We don’t know how or when we’ll finally get to see all of The September Issue, but as long as juicy bits like this keep leaking, we might be ok.

Producer and director RJ Cutler talks about when he met Anna, what happened when Grace wasn’t into the idea of film crews at 9am, and how exactly one earns Vogue’s trust.

The opening clip, in which Virginia Smith and Accessories Editor Elissa Santisi pitch Anna ideas for the Fall Fashion issue, is ridiculously Devil Wears Prada-ish. Virginia cowers while Elissa dares an eye roll after an offer of fur fails to placate the boss.

Watch and learn, aspiring Vogue-ettes.

I woke up bright and early today - except it wasn’t bright, it’s thundering and raining - to trek across the city to Sophie Theallet’s runway show. I abandoned all hope of appropriate Fashion Show outfits in lieu of ripped jean shorts and rain boots.

The only thing I knew about Sophie was that she was Alaia’s right hand woman for a very long time, but that was really all I needed to know. I’ve been an Alaia devotee since Cher went to that party in the valley in her red dress.

Anyway, Sophie’s clothes are nothing like Alaia’s, but they’re beautiful, just like the cast of stunning black models who wore her very simple, but perfectly constructed clothes down the sparse runway.

The collection started with a thin, white ruffled dress and slowly moved into prints and sheer black silk layered over brighter colors.

The stellar front row included Cathy Horyn, (who was also wearing jean shorts!!!), Michael Roberts, Grace Coddington, Nigel Barker and Sally Singer, who had a smile on her face most of the time.

That tells you more than I ever could.

Rumors surround Kate Moss like socialites surround the upcoming Chanel sample sale

But this particular one, that she’ll grace the cover of Vogue’s August issue, appears to be true.

She was out and about in East London the other day wearing a Burberry trench, being directed by Grace Coddington and shot by Mario Testino - and that’s pretty much the Vogue Trifecta. An August cover would also coincide quite nicely with the September opening of New York City’s first Topshop - a party Kate’s sure to attend.

With Philip Green’s biggest star on the cover of the biggest fashion magazine, there’s potential for him to single handedly revive lagging ad sales.

Which means those much anticipated September issues might still be ridiculously heavy.