Say What Alber: Remember when Alber told The New Yorker he’d never do a diffusion line? And then when he did do a diffusion line? Someone did and someone asked and he just couldn’t handle it. {ElleUK}

On McQueen: Try to break up your Sarah Mower with other important critics. Like Hilary Alexander’s Alexander McQueen review; it’s twice as long and has a video of the show (since Lady Gaga killed the initial live stream for most of us). {The Telegraph}

The Fat Lady Is Not Singing Yet: It’s still unclear how many more names will be added to the 180 that already lost their jobs this week at Condé Nast. How un-fun are those flights back from Paris going to be? {NY Observer}

They All Fall Down: We’re rather partial to the “Drop It Like You’re Hot” but what’s your favorite Falling Model dance? What would have happened to me if I ever tried to put on those McQueen shoes defies all known categories. {The Frisky}

In Vogue: We’re a sucker for epic young Hollywood portfolios in any magazine, but Teen Vogue’s is always styled best and has the most fashion - this time around that includes Alia Shawkat, maybe better known as Maeby Fünke, who happens to be co-hosting Rachel Antonoff’s SS10 presentation. {TeenVogue}

London Bound: Christopher Bailey talks to Hilary Alexander about what it means to show Burberry in London and how he may seem laid back, but is actually “very German” in his methods. {Telegraph}

Play Catch Up: Richard Nicoll tells Grazia about the calm before the Fashion Week storm. He doesn’t believe in guilty pleasures, just pleasure. As if we needed more reasons to adore him. {Grazia}

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.

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.

This was my first Anna Sui show. And it went pretty much as I had hoped.

This is what I saw: Photographers going crazy over Taylor Momsen (we really want to know who her publicist is). Peaches Geldof, on the other hand, sitting completely unnoticed (much to her dismay, we’re sure) and beside Hilary Alexander (much to her to dismay, we’re sure). Coco Rocha trumped them all by having a camera crew of her own; we seriously can’t wait for her E! Canada segments to air.

Agyness opened the show, her first Fashion Week appearance so far, wearing a feathered hat with her usual quirky aplomb. There were more feathered caps to come - almost every look was topped with a feather-adorned beanie. The first looks were all black and white, and we were beginning to think we’d be seeing a completely monochromatic show until a turquoise paisley dress popped up, after that, saffrons, navys and dark chocolates were mixed in.

At first, we were convinced the show would be military-inspired. And then we thought it referenced Russian peasantry. And then, after seeing the paisley dresses and the brown leather fringed purses, we were definitely feeling the ’70s. Finally, we decided it was a little bit of everything and in true Anna Sui style, it totally worked.

—HAYLEY PHELAN