December’s British Vogue is a treasure chest of goodies, from the how-to on glitter to Lara looking very un-Lara-like in ballgowns and a stunning Doutzen editorial.

But the one article that really caught my eye was a beautifully written collection of stories by some perfectly appointed contributors. “The Seven Wonders of Fashion” is an examination of pieces that are just so incredible that they endure the test of time. (There are some seriously great collages of fashion images over the years, too.)

Charlotte Rampling starts it all off with the tuxedo, an item of clothing she declares “empowering” and statement making. Amanda Harlech muses on the ballgown, the dress of every girl’s dreams, while Alison Goldfrapp informs us of the power of the hat, praising milliners as artists and hats as sculptures.

As H&M gets older and wiser, their collaboration launches get bigger and better.

Stella McCartney launched her line with a Gwyneth Paltrow and Dita Von Teese attended bash in an old schoolhouse, Matthew Williamson rocked a ship in the Hudson River with Grace Jones and now, Sonia Rykiel will celebrate her collection for the Swedish mega-brand with a parade and runway show in Paris on December 1.

It’ll be in the Grand Palais, home to Chanel’s runway blow-outs, and feature both the lingerie, debuting for holiday and the knitwear which launches next spring.

No word yet on who will sit front row, but given the star power of Sonia’s 40th Anniversary bash, we have big expectations. And with Lara, Caroline and Anne in the ads, we expect big models, too.

“I am a complete alcoholic. It used to be so easy to say to someone, ‘Get me a bottle of vodka,’ and they’d run and get it. Going to rehab was the best decision I ever made. The last six months have been the best of my life.” —Lara Stone to Vogue UK (via Fashionologie) We’re happy she’s so happy.

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}

Lovely Bones: Lara’s landed a Christmas Vogue. She looks awfully ladylike in pastel pink tulle on the cover of British Vogue. {Models}

Viva Versace: Guy Trebay sits down with Donatella for a rather sad story in today’s Times. They discuss her past, including Gianni, her friends’ intervention and her stint in rehab, as well as the possible future of Versace. {NY Times}

Well-Heeled: Lara Bohinc, the Brit behind a line of stellar knot jewelry, is launching shoes. She finds the process loads easier than designing bags and jewels. {VogueUK}

Holy Cuteness: I (Abby) need to be revived after overloading on adorable thanks to this street style blog for kiddos. One of the post titles is “Andre Leon Smalley” (dying!!!) and there is one wicked Tina Turner costume from Halloween. This is most definitely one of my new favorite things. {Planet Awesome Kid} via {Refinery29}

Louis Vuitton’s re-thinking what exactly its customers aspire to.

On the one hand, Lara Stone’s replacing Madonna as the face of the brand. Madonna’s given Vuitton all the publicity she possibly can and Lara, French Vogue favorite, re-instills a high fashion edge; rotating both pop and fashion stars keeps both audiences interested. Steven Meisel will stay behind the camera.

Meanwhile, Vuitton’s sunglasses ads should make an impression on an even younger, slightly hipper customer. André Saraiva, the graffiti artist and man behind Beatrice, Le Baron etc, shot a group of kids including the Ronsons’ little sister Annabelle Dexter Jones and the not-so-child-like Olivier Zahm at New York’s Standard Hotel.

WWD says he’ll continue shooting the cool kids and their “party-all-night vibe”

To say that the fashion industry is like high school is nothing new, but it’s also totally true. Which is why I love this Vanity Fair piece wrapping up the SS10 season with yearbook-style awards for different designers and collections.

We pretty much agree with their choices. Prabal Gurung was definitely on our Most Likely to succeed list. And Mary Kantrantzou for Best Nerd and we like Christopher Kane for Biggest Flirt. Though perhaps our favorite was the cutest couple, which is actually a threesome: Lara, Freja, and Baptiste.

A few more high school-themed suggestions that came to mind are Tory Burch for Class Treasurer because really who does sell-able better than she does at this point? That would be one profitable class. Plus I found this season much cooler than usual. Monique Lhuillier can head up the prom committee with all her pretty party dresses. And Alexander McQueen is for sure in charge of the A/V club.

So who do you elect to Class Council? And who gets your superlatives?

Tired of doodling on paper or the soles of your Converse? How about your arm? Your thigh? Your chest?

Rodarte kicked off the body art trend in New York, covering their models with Sharpied tribal shapes to complement their primitive, deconstructed collection. James Kaliardos pulled from a variety of inspirations to come up with the black curvilinear designs that ended up the perfect armor for Rodarte’s futuristic warrior girls.

The recession might not be over, but Chanel couldn’t care less.

While last season’s show remained elegant and subdued, this season Karl went all out with Halloween worthy decorations, live music and a spectacular collection.

The designer’s time in Vermont has turned him positively country. Hay covered the aisles and floors and even the benches were covered with sleeves of distressed brown jute, stamped with double ‘C’s naturally.

Heidi Mount opened, at the sound of a rooster’s crow, and the rest of the girls popped out of a haystack in the middle of the Grand Palais. Eventually, Lily Allen popped out, too - she’s probably the only face of Chanel to perform her talent mid-show - and gave the collection an upbeat soundtrack.

The clothes however, were almost Victorian with swathes of gauze and big collars; Karl’s rocker edge came through with skinny pants, chain belts and tough boots. Though there were clogs, too, paired with tiny party dresses. It was classic Chanel, which means everyone loved it.

But no one loved as much as Freja and Lara, who jumped Karl’s new favorite Baptiste in the haystack and then enjoyed their own kiss, sans boy. For a show that’s always in the same place at the same time, you really never know what’s going to happen.

—REBECCA SUHRAWARDI AUSTIN

MISS LARA STONE? WE DO. SO HIP HIP HOORAY SHE’LL WALK JAEGER TODAY!

Sneak A Peek: Here’s a sneak preview of the Natasha Poly-centric Muse, hitting New York’s news stands on September 10th. It features Craig McDean, Riccardo Tisci, Jeff Koons and Terry Richardson. If ever there was a time to try to replicate those lips, it’s tonight’s Paper party. {Models}

Jeepers Creepers: Yes, all fashion girls swoon for Yigal Azrouel. He’s gorgeous, makes brilliant clothes and is the only straight man for miles. But this woman, who told the Post she likes to try on clothes in his store just to be naked in the same room as him, is far too enthusiastic about the whole thing. {NYPost}

PughHoo!: Gareth’s coming to New York. The Brit will show his full collection in Paris - no word yet on whether he’s reverting back to runways or sticking to last season’s video format - but before that he’ll swing by Milk Studios and offer a peek of his SS10 collection this Saturday night. {Style}

If you’re not designing a label right now, you should at least be curating something.

And we love Lara Stone all the more for taking the latter route. She’s responsible for the September issue of Not Just a Label, the online shop dedicated to unknown designers and one-offs from the ones we already love.

Her collection kicks off tomorrow with an orange dress by recent graduate Su Pei Ho, a leather bolero by Spon Diogo, an embroidered top and miniskirt by Anna Aichinger, a leather zip up dress and a Balmain-like jacket for boys.

If only we could borrow Lara’s body for the day, it’d make wearing all the avant-garde clothes a bit easier.

Model Shop: Lara Stone’ll curate the next phase of Not Just A Label, the online shop dedicated to one-off designer pieces and special limited edition products. We see leather, cigarettes and Eres in the future. {NotJustALabel}

One Track Mind: Just how many models does it take to make one night of Fashion run smoothly? About 250 apparently. Coco, Lily, Chanel & two hundred and fifty others will be stationed around the city to make your night a little bit prettier. {ImaginarySocialite}

So Un-Vogue: There’s a scene in The September Issue in which Anna takes issue with the size of the cover font, hate to see what she’d do to the staff of Vogue Brazil for misspelling Guy Bourdin’s name on their September cover. {MadeInBrazil}

Oh No, Coop: Word out of LA is that Mischa Barton is being held at the hospital on a 5150. That’s a Britney-style psychiatric hold. Send in Ryan Atwood! {WWD}

Tonchi to Times Square? Stefano might just be leaving T for the 12th floor of the Conde building. Interesting, very interesting. {FWD}

ALT In NC: Andre heads south, discusses Ashford and Simpson, The Wiz, and Maya Angelou. Needless to say the pic is brills too. {Life With Andre}

“When I think about my job now, it’s so easy. Because you get so much free time, you get to travel everywhere. The people are nice and fun and easy and relaxed. You get to smoke at work. You make lots of money. Where are you ever going to find another job where you don’t have a boss or responsibilities, really, except to get on an airplane and just show up? It’s a bit worrying.” — Lara Stone recounts her perfect life for W.

Your mom probably wore one when she played tennis. Or the kid that got made fun of during summer camp. And Eminem was pretty into wearing one backwards in 2001.

That’s right, the visor. There are two basic versions: the sporty, and the beachy.

We’ve seen the sporty one cropping up ironically on your basic hipster. Michael Kors had the beachy sort all over his Spring 09 runway. Now we’re even seeing avant-garde versions.

We’re definitely steering clear of the sporty because irony usually fades after a few weeks and then it’s just plain ugly. As for the beach, we thought Lara wore a nice one for Michael Kors, and there’s a version at Neiman Marcus that we’d even consider calling elegant. But these two mostly just look like hats so…why not just wear a hat?

Is there an appeal to the visor that we’re completely missing?

—AMANDA JEAN BOYLE

“I’m coming back to Lara [Stone] because she has these fantastic breasts. A lot of designers don’t use her because she is too big for them. For me, I want to celebrate Lara. I’m like, ‘Put her in the tightest dress and get her down there.’…The fact that she comes across as awkward is a lot sexier to me. She’s about as sexy as it gets.” —Stella McCartney to artist Chantal Joffe in Interview.

If you live in New York, you know that we have been cursed with some downright nasty weather these past few weeks. It’s rainy and muggy and dark almost all day long.

Almost as depressing is what it’s doing to our hair. Fluffy, frizzy, mess is a bit of an understatement. Which makes these shots of Lara Stone for Eres all the more enviable. We’ve been ogling them ever since they were first released.

Of course, she’s ridiculously attractive no matter what, but how sexy are these? And of course the expensive lingerie doesn’t hurt either. But now we’ve begun to fixate solely on the curls. Now this is how you do big hair.

We’re thinking it might be time to bust out the big curling iron and our Bumble and bumble Surf Spray and embrace the insane humidity.

We’ve started to think of Chanel as a little family.

A royal one of course, with Karl and Lady Amanda Harlech holding court as king and queen, Sebastian playing court jester, and a circle of courtesans, some of whom are in for life (Karen) and some (Irina, Heidi, Lara) who move in and out of favor.

Anyway, the family gathered in Venice yesterday for Chanel’s Cruise ‘10 (ah!) show and while it didn’t go off without a hitch, the clothes held their own in front of the Venetian sunset. The king was late and the queen suffered a mosquito-stung eye, but after the audience took to their wooden deck chairs the girls - Freja, Ikeliene, Siri, Tanya, Liu, Jourdan - strutted down the beach in stripes, tweeds, florals, pajama-like silks and even harlequin prints. There were loads of jewels, strappy sandals, plastic booties and even lace-trimmed biker shorts that make all our thirteen-year-old style dreams come true.

We hope someone packed up the Marchesa Casati-inspired wigs for this weekend’s Life Ball in Vienna while we imagine a dress or two is already headed to Cannes.