For those of you that might not follow celebrity news as closely as others, lately there’s been a rash of break-ins to celebrity homes including those of Rachel Bilson, Lindsay Lohan, Paris Hilton, and Orlando Bloom.

While this is not surprising in itself, given that there would likely be some very nice goods found in any of the above, what is surprising is the news of who allegedly committed the crimes and why—a band of teenage girls obsessed with clothing and jewelry. Talk about a new level of high school shenanigans.

According to police sources of the LA Times, the girls studied celeb magazines, television shows, and websites to pick out what clothing they wanted, cased the homes and stole their chosen items.

Seriously, that is (allegedly) a super creepy extreme to take your love of fashion. And this is coming from people who really love fashion.

Spot the Angel: Miranda Kerr walked Balenciaga yesterday, looking tres Parisian runway appropriate and less like Orlando’s paparazzi-fodder lady friend. Not that that look isn’t gorgeous too. {StyleFile}

A Scent We’ll Never Buy: Kim Kardashian used to think perfume was made by putting flowers in a blender. She’s also famous for inexplicable reasons, including a sex tape with Brandy’s little brother. But she’s still got a fragrance deal. And I just died a little inside. Also, if those rumors about Sarah Palin getting a beauty contract are even vaguely accurate, you guys may have to institutionalize me. {WWD}

It’s Rick Owens Day Around Here: And we wouldn’t mind if every day was. I’m still dying over this leather jacket that I can’t afford. So maybe I’ll soothe myself with something from his collaboration with Eastpak. {Vogue UK}

Hairstylist Lea Journo’s salon inside the Beverly Wilshire (yes, that would be the Reg Bev Wil) looks way groovier than you would expect for the old school ritzy hotel.

I first met Lea when I was writing a story about her for the now (sadly!) defunct Vitals and I instantly adored her. She’s Parisian and fabulous, not to mention incredibly talented.

She cut my hair during my LA years and I definitely miss her cuts and our chats.

It was raining yesterday, just in case you haven’t heard, which was super appropriate for Burberry day, just in case you haven’t read.

The party in honor of the lighting of the new Burberry sign was held atop the Palace hotel, otherwise known as home to Chuck Bass. Even we had to walk the white carpet, strolling along behind Julia Roitfeld wearing that white Alexander Wang dress (someone should tell Vogue UK it’s not Burberry). Tallulah Harlech rocked red lipstick while waiting for the elevator with Glenn O’Brien and Bendel’s former fashion staff.

We’d been handed a Burberry card at the entrance and showed it at the foot of the stairs, in the elevator, outside the elevator, to walk up the stairs, and finally to enter the penthouse where Alexa Chung dj’d in the same grey shift Hilary Rhoda wore - but with a vintage belt and chunky boots, of course. The band on stage, One Night Only, looked like they stepped out of a Burberry ad (complete with red guitar) especially with Lily Donaldson and Hugh Dancy standing stageside.

That’s about when we got trampled by Orlando Bloom and a ridiculously handsome hockey player who was not Sean Avery, which was also when they ran out of champagne and we ran home to finish Say Anything.