Union Jacked: The shredded, Union Jack peek-a-boo jeans Georgia wears in Hudson’s ads? They’re actually for sale. They retail for $297 and we kind of desperately want them. {Hudson}

The Aftermath: Taylor Jacobson says she no longer speaks to anyone in the Rachel Zoe camp. She’s been recruited to talk Twilight fashion with Louise Roe in this video, hates Robert Pattinson’s boots, but loves his Marc Jacobs suit. {E!}

Let Us Count the Ways: We love it when our mascot pops up in the most unexpected places, like on the Lands End website in a striped turtleneck and khakis. We can still hope she walks the Victoria’s Secret runway tomorrow, right? {LandsEnd}

Speaking of VS: Apparently even supermodels have to wait to a year to get their wings. Chanel Iman says she’s not going to be wearing any in her first appearance on the lingerie company’s runway. {InStyle}

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}

We’ve had a few themes that seem to have organically emerged on the site today: Rock ‘n Roll (grunge included), photography, and now the moustache, thanks to a couple of Hamish references, Ruben Toledo’s work, and this t-shirt we just happened upon over atTopshop.

Random? A little. But also fairly culturally on trend. Kitschy? Definitely. Wearable? Totally. We’re planning to work it under our now ubiquitous blazers.

Also we just really, really like a moustache. When we see one, we smile. And sometimes write poetry. So there’s that too.

Confession: I haven’t read a full article in American Vogue in a very, very long time.

This weekend, I stopped in the street - seriously - to read Hamish Bowles’ story about three days spent in Utah’s desert. It feels like almost every issue of Vogue has a green bent at this point, and for November, a handful of writers scattered around the country, or the five boroughs in Sally Singer’s case, to explore nature.

Hamish enrolled in an adventure course at the Boulder Outdoor Survivor School in Southern Utah, headed to Paragon Sports to pick through “synthetic balaclavas” and “a brace of cotton bandanas in lilac and purple” which “promised a style continuum with [his] urban world,” before Anna subtly demanded, “You can do it.”

Then off he went to scale baby mountains, wade through rivers, sleep in tents and eat bear poop (sort of) without even the comfort of his Barbour jacket. The piece is so brilliantly written that even if you’ve given up on Anna’s Vogue, you must read it. (Which, I’ve just learned, you can do here; but for Condé’s sake, it’d be nice to buy it!)

We’re not big on envy, but we can’t help but feel a touch toward Ruben Toledo.

He’s not just married to his high-school sweetheart who happens to be fashion icon Isabel Toledo, he also has talent by the bucketfuls.

Ever since his eerie, disproportionate ads for Nordstrom, we’ve been jealous of his creepy, kitschy illustration style. Not to mention, he’s the proud owner of one of the most memorable moustaches since Salvador Dali - or Hamish - and for that we’re twice as envious.

So lucky for us, he’s speaking on October 29 at FIT. He’ll talk about art and fashion and also about his wife Isabel and how her influence affects his work and why he thinks “collaboration is the name of the game.”

I need Style.com like I need my morning coffee.

But I’ve been clicking on Vogue.com more and more lately, in part because I’m anxiously awaiting obvious changes and excited for Condé Nast to really truly enter the digital age (I’d never actually say that out loud), but also because it lets you see a totally different side of Vogue’s editors.

Hamish has his sphere and Candy has her cast, but some features, like Meredith Melling Burke’s Most Wanted, feature a rotating cast of Vogue-ettes listing their current favorite things.

Sometimes there’s a theme, like Devon Schuster’s wedding or Jane Aldridge’s shoes and sometimes there’s not. Like this week’s list, from features associate Stephanie LaCava, is basically because she has ridiculously great style. She’s mixed Proenza shorts with Topshop boots and a Band of Outsiders toggle coat; it’s fun to see the thought process behind style we consistently admire.

Surprisingly, Vogue.com’s the best place to go if you ever forget that even the most major fashion people have a sense of humor.

The big question at Andrew Gn was: how on earth do you pronounce his last name? I asked a bunch of people because I’ve never been sure myself and no one seemed to have the answer. Maybe one of you fashionista sartorial scholars can help me out on this one?

The show was small and held in the same place where Rick Owens always shows. Though there were some major editors in attendance like Hamish (who was rocking the moustache and a giant, pink, shimmering leather tote) and Sally Singer.

The collection was far more easy to decipher than the designer’s last name. It was cocktail, it was evening, it was flowy. It was tight, at times black and white, and there were a lot of bows. There were some nice jewel tones in teals, purples and pinks and a lone pair of chocolate brown shorts.

Nothing that will make your heart stop (well, with the exception of one long, blue mermaid gown that really stood out), but it mostly seemed like stuff that would be perfect for a black tie or cocktail party where you want to look good but not steal the show.

—REBECCA SUHRAWARDI AUSTIN

Having trouble staying up to date on all the shows?

“Cavalli’s show owed a debt to Marc Jacobs’s notorious Grunge collection for Perry Ellis. But what a difference fifteen years makes in fashion! What was shockingly anarchic in 1993 now looks effortlessly chic. Here the spring Dust Bowl thirties chiffon dress and Liberty-print shirt are given a Cavalli rock-and-roll twist with the suede pants with cowboy cross-lacing.”

That’s Hamish Bowles’ quick summation of Roberto Cavalli’s SS10 collection shown in Milan last week. He’s done “Definitive Looks” for all the Milan shows over on Vogue.com which might be the best way to catch up on Italy before Paris starts.

But if you’re even further behind, or still looking for the few collections Style.com doesn’t cover, you can find Rad Hourani on New York Magazine and Jeremy Scott over on The Telegraph or a handful of Brits on Elle.

Because we know our runway pictures aren’t always as fun as our words.

In which we catch those of you, and those of us, who spent the weekend outside, away from a computer or on a phone-cation, up on the fashion Twitterverse.

1. “I don’t get it,” from @jess_stam. She’s new to the world of tweets, give her a warm welcome!

2. “A Lanvin ‘snow sprite’ cashmere elf hat. It kind of makes me feel like skipping,” from @bunnybisous who appears to have been stranded uptown in the rain.

3. “Got sandwiched between Vogue’s Sally Singer and Anna Wintour to my left and Michael Roberts and Suzy Menkes to the right,” from @bryanboy at Dolce & Gabbana. A better view of their reactions, here. Sally looks amused; Hamish looks dangerous.

4. “Is it possible to have fashion sensory overload? Tell me no. I have 10 more days and another city to go,” from @mrjoezee. Yes, yes there is sir.

5. “Spotted on the front row at Versace…..Janet Jackson,” from @dazedmagazine. She sure pops up in the strangest places.

The great thing about a Phillip Lim show is that you know you’ll love whatever comes down the runway.

It might not be revolutionary, but it’s cute, comfortable, flattering, easy to wear and pretty, which is probably why Leighton Meester sat front row bobbing her head to the music, laughing with Hamish and waving to Alexa Chung across the aisle - Lim has that effect.

Along with, at least yesterday, a “Woah, what’s going on” effect when he sent out five dresses that might as well have had Rodarte labels sewn into the neck. A quick scan of the front row’s eyeballs made it clear how blatant the ‘inspiration’ was.

But other than that there were sequins and sequins and more sequins, an adorable red patent trench and, I’m sorry to say, a handful of crop tops. No pants I can do, but crop tops will never happen (for me I mean).

The gold sequin romper Hanne wore toward the end though? That will most definitely happen.

“Perhaps I spend too much time in Manhattan, but it was remarkable to see room after stately room where the vast majority of the ladies of a certain age (dressed with almost antebellum elegance and some Bulgari bijoux I imagined Ms. Triossi might have been keen to secure for her exhibition) had eschewed interventions of a cosmetic surgical kind. They looked, incidentally, just as they should have looked—hieratic and marvelous.” —Hamish Bowles, of course, in The HamishSphere.

“It was so thronged that at a certain point I found myself jostling a pretty young thing who had perched on a low banquette at my feet. She was wearing a baby doll dress and cut-off leggings, with a tumble of blonde hair and perfect pale skin, and I wondered which new London girl in town this might be. Quel surprise to discover that it was in fact Madonna.” —Hamish Bowles at Friday’s Steven Klein bash.

Uniqlo Love: Here’s your first look at Shipley & Halmos for Uniqlo. Is it just us, or is it almost better than the real thing? {Nylon}

Vogue Showgirls: Hamish Bowles went to Rio and found this headdress. What we’d give for a day in his life. {VogueDaily}

But What: The LSD twitters, “Shooting at Rag & Bone studio.” But we want to know what Lauren, what are you shooting?! {Twitter}

“Having brought the house down with the spectacular “Standing in the Way of Control,” Beth decided to execute a celebratory stage dive, a move that I can only describe as ill advised with a mosh pit comprising various supermodels and sundry fashionistos in aching want of a square repas. In fact, as far as I could determine, there was a parting of the waves as the svelte and deeply panicked hordes flung themselves out of the oncoming path of the potential weapon of mass destruction that is la Ditto, and there was something closely resembling a resounding thud in place of the expected slap of flesh on expectantly upraised palms.” - Hamish Bowles, in his post for Vogue Daily.

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

“My bed is a Syrie Maugham 1930’s sleigh bed, upholstered in a chintz of deep pink cabbage roses garlanded with blue ribbon and outlined with moss fringing, very butch. If I wasn’t lactose intolerant, I would be eating rose and violet creams in it and reading Barbara Cartland romances.” —Hamish Bowles on what he likes in bed, in The Daily.

“I think when I was about 8 or 9, I decided that I had been an Edwardian duchess in an earlier life. So I used to wear the appropriate hats and hoop skirts.” - Hamish Bowles, to Derek Blasberg, in an interview in Hercules.