The Whitney Art Party’s on Wednesday night and we’ve gotten the first edition of the confirmed guest list.

Starlets and artists will be there in droves, but as far as models go, there’s Coco Rocha, Lydia Hearst, Dree Hemingway, Brooklyn Decker, Lisa Cant, Julie Henderson, Maggie Rizer, Selita Ebanks and Hilary Rhoda.

And of course, we have no idea what to wear, especially since the party’s sponsored by BCBG again which means all of their perfect little bodies will be swathed in Herve bandages with feet tucked into sky high heels. Because sure, no one’s looking at us, but it takes a serious outfit to guarantee we won’t hide in a corner under the weight of being anything less than 5’11 with long blond hair and the perfect Rick Owens leather jacket.

So, should we follow in the footsteps of last year with a long vintage floral number, flat sandals and little effort? Or, is it time to step it up with something a bit smaller and louder? If only we had this in our closet.

Mental notes at Karen Walker:

- Is endlessly whining that you didn’t pack an umbrella the new thing?

- I love Lynn Yaeger’s hair - how come her and Mickey Boardman are always sitting together?

- Faded leopard prints, oversized everything, Conehead-esque straw hats - and oddly, this is making me excited for Spring…

- Ohh, love all the glasses. Definitely one of the better accessories aside from the rope necklaces.

- Do those rope necklaces actually weigh more than the models?

- Gift bag = Karen’s lookbook and pom pom tights…

- She’s trying to bring crimped hair back, but a little more brushed out

- These clothes are like the best combination of your boyfriend’s clothes, great tribal prints and some girly finishes

—ALEXANDRA BEN-GURION

A page from our notebook at Sari Gueron last night:

- Florals, like spring, except more…”formal”?

- Julianne Moore is actually more gorgeous in person.

- More sheer clothing - guess we better start stocking up on camisoles.

- More fuchsia?

- That flowing green dress (at left) is…perfect for somebody shopping for the red carpet.

- That poufy red dress is…perfect for Carolina Herrera.

-That black lace dress is…perfect.

Henry Holland’s first full collection debuted in London yesterday, after much speculation about the designer’s new model slogans. Your favorites: LISA CANT - OH YES SHE CAN… IRINA IRINA, PRIMA BALLERINA… and WHAM BAM JESSICA STAM!

The actual runway was a bit more wordy. Here’s what it said (and take note, the rhymes work much better when you say them in a Manchester accent)…

I’VE GOT MORE THAN A HANDFUL FOR NAOMI CAMPBELL… FLICK YER BEAN FOR AGYNESS DEYN… LET’S PLAY NAKED TWISTER, LINDA EVANGELISTA… MY FLY’S UNDONE, LILY DONALDSON, and one that’s a little too rumpled to read, but it looks like it says LOVE MY WEINER, IKELEINE…

Excellent, Henry!

Also, fast fact: in their first official London Fashion Week gig, the MisShapes DJed the show… therefore, the next batch of shirts could say ANGELS HARK FOR LEIGH LEZARK… FICKLE TICKLE GEORDON NICOL… ALL HEARTS FLY FOR THE OTHER GUY… right?

Getting into Heatherette may have been hard, but backstage at the Tent last night was strangely serene. Amanda Lepore climbed quietly into her tutu; Lydia Hearst cooed over her red ruby slippers (Louboutins, obvs); Lisa Cant whooshed through hair, makeup, and a star struck beauty editor from Teen Vogue.

At least, that was before someone said “Britney,” and then came chaos.

Richie Rich wheeled backstage in pink roller skates; zooming steadily into Robert Verdi’s microphone. Sidekicks buzzed with the same news - Paris is coming; find an outfit! No wait, Paris is really sick with the flu; so sorry she can’t make it! - glitter spilled on M.A.C counters, assistants scattered to the exits.

“What size is Britney?!” screamed a stylist, and some models started laughing. Alas, she never came - she missed her swirly psychedelic dress; she missed the six-year-old ballerinas who danced down the runway; she missed the Danity Kane girls hum Somewhere Over the Rainbow; she missed a boustier made of plastic googly eyes and a new shoe collection that’s weirdly wearable and really quite hot.

Did we miss Britney? No way - we were having too much fun. Click below to check out the beautiful madness…