We’ve anticipated the launch of two websites this week - one came crashing in and the other’s quietly arrived.

Interior designer Ryan Korban celebrated the debut of RyanKorban.com at the Soho Grand last night with a crush of familiar faces including hosts Alexander Wang, Natasha Poly and Victoria Traina. Korban’s best known for designing Alex’s studio, Tribeca’s Edon Manor and after last night, for gathering more models in one place - Iris, Daiane, Stam, Rose Cordero, Vanessa Traina (semi-model?), Angela Lindvall, Erin Wasson, Natasha - than we’ve seen since fashion week. You can’t actually buy anything on his site, except maybe his services, but just glancing at his portfolio will certainly make you rip your apartment apart in disgust and buy lots of other things. Consider yourself warned.

You can, however, buy plenty from AllSaints.com. The British brand’s been quietly creeping stateside this fall. Their Bloomingdale’s concession launched in August and they have tentative plans to inhabit part of the empty Virgin space in Union Square. But they’ve finally launched an online site for the US full of perfectly rock n’ roll leather, slouchy sweaters and studded accessories. As for their dresses, one of their head designers came from Vivienne Westwood. So again, consider yourself warned.

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.

Stam Does Shrimpton: Everything about this shoot for Numero Korea is spot-on 60s perfection. That hair is a-maz-ing. {Models.com}

Madge’s New Girl: I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that when Madonna picks one of your dresses to wear to a Marc Jacobs show, you’re having a pretty awesome moment. Even if you have to hear about it through Facebook, like Caroline Seikaly. {Vogue Daily}

Game Night: Britain’s facing a bit of a housing crisis. To raise money 52 creative types like Damien Hirst, Vivienne Westwood, and David Bailey designed a deck of cards to support Shelter’s House of Cards campaign. Do good and play Hold ‘Em at the same time. Sounds like a plan to us. {Guardian UK}

Net-a-Porter has models!

The already almost-perfect British shopping site has finally started shooting their clothes, shoes and accessories on actual people (there’s a small office contingent that thinks they’re computer-generated, but they look real to me).

It’s amazing the difference seeing clothes draped on mannequins versus actual people makes, even if the people are of model proportions. And they’ve gone and cropped off their heads to avoid any Shopbop-like distractions.

Meanwhile, Natalie thinks these lips are “modeled on Stam’s” and I think she has too much time on her hands in the woods.

I live in a model building.

Or at least I call it that - it’s actually just a regular building in the west village in which agencies rent out a few apartments to house models coming and going out of the city.

And living with them, among them, seeing them every single day has really exacerbated my love hate relationship will all things model. For example, I hate being in the elevator with one when I’m eating McDonald’s fries out of the brown paper bag. But I love seeing them in their natural habitat and trying to absorb just an ounce of their off-duty style.

Which brings me to the problem - I can’t master their casual chic look without looking like a bag lady. And I know it’s not because my legs don’t reach my armpits, I’ve seen normal looking girls pull off Kate’s layers and Stam’s slicked back ponytails. My closets packed with scarves, sheer tees, leggings, skinny jeans — all the ingredients! But something’s missing.

Do you have this look down? What am I missing?

—CARSON GRIFFITH

I got to Elie Saab this morning, drinking a triple espresso and eating a croissant out of a brown paper bag while laughing at my wrinkled, plaid self in the presence of Rodarte-wearing Kate Lanphear and French movie stars in sequin mini-dresses.

They were, I’ll admit, more appropriately dressed to watch a vampy collection of red carpet ready dresses parade down the white runway. Jessica Stam, looking particularly perfect and glowing, opened the show with a polished French twist, red lips and a beige Roland Mouret-y dress. The palette went black, with feathers, capes and sequined leggings pulled down over patent heels, before turning to baby blues and dusty greens.

In a Zac Posen repeat, someone murmured, “Work it girl!” when Coco came strutting down the runway - she really does ooze personality. Meanwhile Sasha looked dizzyingly thin.

There were rhinestone encrusted bodices over flowing skirts, and more than one look featured a single dainty driving glove. The only question is, who will wear the black beaded gown first, Halle Berry or Debra Messing?

Under normal circumstances, if I get to a show and someone is sitting in my assigned seat, I let it go and take the next one over.

But if I get to Chanel and everyone’s name is written in impeccable calligraphy and my nameplate happens to be next to Brad’s, as in Rachel Zoe’s assistant, then I am fighting for it.

And so, after a heated discussion in the best French I could muster, I took my seventh row perch (the Grand Palais offers fancy stadium seating, about twelve rows) and wondered how to start a conversation with Brad and his red bow tie. But then I read that Kate Moss was front row, got flustered, and before I could decide if I should search for Kate or talk to Brad, Karen Elson was in front of me in black and white tweeds and a whirlwind of models stormed the glassy catwalk.

Sasha, Stam, Freja, Angela, Eniko, Vlada and company wove their way in and out of the labeled doorways, sometimes not so gracefully, in their Edwardian collars and ruffled cuffs. The collection took a turn toward the playful in the middle with pink and green knit accents - tights, bags, ribbons - on the mainly black and white collection. Jourdan carried a 2.55 encased in plastic, Lara wore a giant pink cream puff sweater and Jessica Stam’s ensemble was hip Miss Havisham.

And of course Karl threw in two healthy doses of Sebastian and the boys for good measure.

At the end, trap doors opened from every doorway and out hopped Karl in his sequined blazer smirking, as if to say, “You did not expect me, no?”

The surprise end, maybe not. But these clothes? Definitely.

If the hot pink helmets Stephen Jones made for Giles last season weren’t quite hip enough for you, don’t worry.

Karl Lagerfeld’s one upped the Pac-Man reference. The designer showed his eponymous line this morning and sent out a parade of models rocking fur and crystal covered helmets.

What you couldn’t see from the audience were the iPods playing a slideshow of the collection. The elbow length gloves? They came equipped with iPhone holders, just in case your clutch is so tiny it can’t hold a phone.

The helmets and the caged heels were the best part of the if-Karl-were-a-woman-this-is-what-he’d-wear collection - though watching Jessica Stam hold back laughter as Peaches Geldof and Cory Kennedy wildly cheered her on from the front row was pretty good, too.

Also, if we could ask Karl one question it used to be, “What’s it like to have a butler hold your crystal goblet of diet Coke everywhere you go.” Now it would be, “Why did three men with plastic instruments slowly walk down the runway before the models and pretend to be a band, without actually moving their fingers?”

“The thing about Rick is, it’s so classic. You can buy anything from the collection and wear it forever,” declared Heidi Mount pre-show at Ecole des Beaux-Artes.

One might question that judgment when the clothes are styled a la Rick and presented in a deep dark room with feathered headdresses and leather bubble boots, but overall, she’s right. Individually, his clothes are almost subtle, definitely delicate, and so brilliantly constructed.

Which is why the cream of the fashion crop swamps his shows. Today’s front row included Carine (of course, with Julia behind her), Ikram Goldman (Michelle Obama in Rick?!), Gareth Pugh, Julie Gilhart, Franca Sozzani, Kate Lanphear, Gloria Baume, Glenn O’Brien, Bill Cunningham and Morley Safer (whom I assume means Anna, though I didn’t see her). The first rate front row matched the first rate - though noticeably white - cast: Raquel, Iris, Stam, Olga, Vlada R, Ali S, Karlie, Daiane, Sasha, Heidi, Hanne - most of whom showed up wearing at least one thing Rick.

The futuristic, sometimes sparkly collection elicited actual hooting and hollering from the audience - the most excitement I’ve heard this season (aside from Chris Kane) until the Nina Ricci crowd actually broke into applause mid-show. More on that, coming up.

A while back I said I want to be the kind of woman who wears Bottega Veneta when she grows up. For now, I wish I was the kind of girl who wears Giles Deacon.

Yes, I know, few people actually wear Giles, but those who do are really fucking lucky - the man is a genius. Which must be why the security was prison-tight. At the door:

“Hack. Jefferson Hack.”

“I’m sorry sir. What did you say your surname was?”

And then I heard this:

“I’m his sister! I don’t need an invite!”

“Everyone needs an invitation, ma’am.”

“But I’m Giles’ sister!! Look, here’s our Mum!”

Once in, I stood atop a platform in the darkened, ridiculously small, overly packed, green-tinted venue to try and take better pictures (I’m working on it, I swear) and watched one of the best collections I’ve ever seen walk down a runway.

Fresh, stellar, amazing doesn’t begin to describe it. The clothes - chunky knit ball skirts with corseted tops, violently studded and spiked shift dresses, massively jeweled t-shirts, stiff strapless dresses in gold silk and grey wool - were unreal. The energy was through the roof, and though I’ll admit the furry hot dog outfit kind of threw me for a loop, everything from the Stephen Jones hats atop the models’ heads to the slouchy platform boots on their feet was perfect.

I know I’m gushing. But really, it was brilliant.

This morning’s Christopher Kane show opened quietly - the clothes, I mean.

The internationally packed front row, including Jefferson Hack, Anna Piaggi and Vivienne Westwood, and its consequent flashbulbs weren’t quite as calm.

Kane’s collection seemed to be moving in a menswear direction. He opened with blazers and oversize knit sweaters over slightly flouncy skirts before breaking out the layered sheer dresses with velvet stripes and sort of Elizabethan details. Jessica Stam wore an intricately bodiced pink party dress and the shearling motorcycle jacket Hanne layered over her ruffled party dress was perfect.

Shoes were either velvet cage heels or flat patent oxfords. Make-up was minimal, the jewelry non-existent and the music sounded like the jungle.

If Kane’s giant $7000 paillette dresses could can sell out of Net-a-Porter in a day, we give these an hour. It might be the best collection so far.

What will be the Electric Feel of Fall 09?

Not sure yet, but just in case you thought the band of Spring 08 had fallen off the fashion radar, they’d like to remind you that they’re still going strong.

The Virgins will kick off New York Fashion Week with a performance at the Mercedes Benz party at Shang this Friday, making it (we think) their fourth Fashion Week appearance in a row.

Which means we know we’ll be running into Stam and Behati all over the place and dancing to Rich Girls like it’s summer of 07.

The new J.Crew catalog just arrived in our office, sandwiched in between invites and barely worth a second glance until we noticed they’d snagged Lauren Hutton for the cover.

They’ve been putting their own employees to modeling work on their website for the past couple of months and riding the gigantic wave of Obama publicity — apparently saving their pennies for Lauren who looks, well, kind of ravishing.

The model/actress is keeping up with the supers revival, this marks her third campaign alongside The Row and Mango - and J.Crew’s first use of a household name (unless you’re talking our household in which Anouck, Cintia and Stam definitely count).

Question is, do we want that trench because it’s perfect or do we want the trench because Lauren makes it look perfect?

—Thanks NYLONguys!!

Model Newsflash:

Coco Rocha was just spotted out and about. With red hair. Which was definitely not a wig.

The possibilities:

1. Does she have a movie role / commercial for which she had to emulate Mary Jane Watson (or Stam circa 2004, depending on your references)?

2. Did she have to do it for her Spring 09 DeBeers campaign?

3. Is she just having fun?

As always, if you have any idea, you know who to call… (OK, e-mail.)

Update, 2:19 - This just from our Inbox:

Regarding Coco’s new hair color, you don’t have to look too hard to figure it out. Have a look at her hair at the CFDA awards, notice the fake brown hair coming out of her head wrap? Wonder why she had to wear a head wrap specifically at a Vogue party and a certain editor-in-chief’s wanting to keep the hair color under “wraps” so to speak….

Scene: Cool vs. Cruel Awards at the Bowery Hotel last night

Britt: Is that Stam?

Natalie: I only see Agyness. And Albert.

Britt: Nooo. Not in person. The mannequin.

Natalie: What?

Britt: The mannequin. It’s totally Stam. Look, the lips, the cat eyes. She’d never wear a down comforter around her head. But that’s her face.

Natalie: Um. OK. Sure. Ask the readers.

So, did Britt have one too many cocktails last night, or is this mannequin’s face Stam’s spitting image?

Evidently, Victoria’s Secret angel wings can only take you so far.

Jessica Stam’s decided that being taller than most women isn’t enough anymore, and is studying for her pilot’s license. And all we keep thinking is, what is she going to wear? Dior Homme jeans and Christian Louboutins may not be the most suitable attire for the cockpit, though Amelia Earhart did famously keep up appearances (most notably by always powdering her nose before and after entering the cockpit), so why go against history?

We’re kind of loving this news - it’s just another in a string of models taking up interests that have nothing to do with clothes or cashing in on their face DNA (Sasha’s an artist, Daria sails, Lily knows a lot, etc), which is admirable and saves us from groaning that they’re busy designing for Mango or something.

On a side note, does this mean she’ll fly herself to the Couture, or to shoots? Imagine the savings in production costs!

—BRETT KANE