We all know the Roady is the newest member of the YSL family to cause a commotion among handbag addicts. It’s already being toted around by the likes of Rihanna, Rachel Bilson, Leighton and of course, MK. I have admired the hobo carryall from a distance on their arms, and on mine in my daydreams.

The bag already comes in a bunch of colors and patents, but YSL is taking it to the next level in New York and Los Angeles by offering clients the chance to purchase a customized Roady for the holidays.

From November 19th through December 1st, boutiques will have artisans on-hand to customize the handles of your Roady. You can choose from a bunch of different skins and colors, for a total of 29 different handle options. The handles will be changed on-site and ready for pick-up the next day! And if you’re just dying to monogram your bag, you can do that too, for free even.

More on pricing and options after the jump!

Rachel Bilson’s in the new Flaunt (which is amazing by the way, more to come) looking pretty damn fashion-y.

Bilson might be one the of the few starlets we’d rather just abandon Hollywood and movie-making altogether, admit her love for fashion overpowers any other interest and take those leather Phillip Lim gloves from editorial to real life.

She says:

“New York is more inspiring, I think, than L.A. And you’re definitely closer to the fashion pulse. You see girls walking down the street, and they look amazing. They’re not afraid. No one gives a fuck.”

“Like, I love trees. I notice trees. It’s a weird thing for me because L.A.’s my home, but now I represent something very different, so it’s bizarre.”

“She [Diana Vreeland] was so cool and innovative, and at her time, what she did with Harper’s and what she wore, her columns and everything were so unique.”

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.

Brian Reyes has had a loyal following of influentials since he first launched his collection in 2006. The Elle crew was the first magazine to get behind him in a major way and they were out in full force this morning, from Robbie, Joe, and Anne to the rest of the fashion news team, and celebrity guest blogger, Becki Newton. Longtime fan Rachel Bilson and her stylist Nicole Chavez were also in the front row yet again.

But this season brought a new major face…Carine! I get pretty excited when I’m at the same show as CR, so I can only imagine what it feels like for a designer knowing she’s watching their show for the first time.

What I always love about Brian’s clothes, and what I saw again in this collection, is that he brings in the uptown training he got at Oscar but makes it young and cool and something I really, really want to wear. Now there were some teeny tiny shorts that will definitely work on the adorable Rachel B. Me, not so much.

But the prints were gorge and the dresses were incredibly “it” girl appropriate. Usually, black isn’t what comes to mind when I think of Brian’s clothes, but the dresses in that color were some of my favorites.

I’m keeping my fingers crossed for some awesome Vogue Paris credits.

1. Seriously, where is Michael? This LA thing is really causing a problem.

2. Is Mitchell maybe Godric from True Blood’s twerpy younger brother?

3. Where’d you get those tights, Rachel?

4. Couldn’t you totally imagine Donna Karan wearing that brown t-shirt Johnny and Irina made to some Hamptons shindig?

5. Who else has a hankering for some macramé?

6. Why does avant garde automatically translate to a large one-shouldered number for so many contestants over the course of this show?

Joe Zee, star of The City and Creative Director of Elle, is in LA this week.

He hosted an event called “Hit the Road, Text Later” with Ciara as part of California’s campaign to stop texting while driving. (Which, after texting my way up and down the state of California while driving for a month I can attest is a major problem. I’m still amazed I never crashed.)

However, during this past week Joe tweeted from a text message that his car was playing office. Then he took this picture of a woman’s foot hanging out of a car, while in his own vehicle. Then he took this picture of traffic, from inside the tunnel in which he was stuck traffic. And then this one of a pretty posh Rolls Royce in which you can actually see Joe’s side mirror — all actually texted into Twitter.

Yes, this made us laugh out loud. Maybe he should stick to fashion parties since that’s a cause he actually believes in? But seriously, please don’t crash Joe! Fashion Week wouldn’t be the same without you.

Last week, I spent a few days in LA soaking up the other side of the fashion industry, one that loves the art as much as we do, but revolves almost entirely around celebrities.

So I dove right in, starting with a celebrity stylist: Nicole Chavez. Never heard of her? Well, you probably love her work since she styles Rachel Bilson (who, let’s face it, is best known for her style), Scarlett Johansson and Kristen Bell. I’d spent time with my fair share of editorial stylists, but for a career that has the same name, it couldn’t be more different.

We spent the day pulling clothes for three events for Scarlett - Comic Con, the LA Shorts Film Festival and a Dolce & Gabbana in-store appearance - which means we ran from her loft to a designer’s house to Dolce’s showroom to Prada’s store stopping to pick up shoes on the way and unloading FedEx boxes at home. It was a never ending parade of pulling and editing and choosing and trying on and my peppering Nicole with a million questions.

So how’d she get started? What was it like working on The OC? Does she ever want to do editorial? Find out after the jump!

The CFDA held a ‘town hall’ meeting yesterday to talk about all the issues the fashion industry’s facing as we enter SS10 Fashion Week.

We like to think there was yelling and hand raising and a chalkboard and a gavel, but really it sounds like Diane von Furstenberg did her best to calm everyone’s nerves and focus on one problem at a time while Anna Wintour made silly statements like, “We have friends in the White House now,” while proposing something illegal.

The general consensus is that the root of the problem (aside from the obvious economic woes) is the customer’s confusion. And as anyone who’s ever worked in retail can attest, it is in fact baffling for most customers to face a fur coat in July and a bikini in January. Why would they buy it then when they can wait until it’s actually cold (or hot) outside and buy it for 70% less? The Pres repeatedly advocated shipping wear-now product, something Elie Tahari says he’s been doing very successfully.

I’m sad I went on a celebrity/model/actress collaboration rant the other day; I should’ve saved my speech for this.

In February, we mentioned Hilary Duff was designing a line for DKNY (home of Rachel Bilson’s line, too) under the name Femme. The one image, of her in a fringed tee and leather vest wasn’t awful, though wasn’t groundbreaking.

So now, the ad campaign’s out, shot by Scott Schuman naturally, and for the first time, we believe the celebrity wearing the outfit physically designed the outfit.

But really, Scott would never shoot that on the street, Hilary Duff would never wear it (she looks miserable!) and more importantly, the customer interested in purchasing something designed by a former Disney star doesn’t want a cocoon, right?

We’re banking on the fact that it’s just styled to get your attention and the whole line doesn’t actually look like it’s trying to explore some avant-garde aspect of otherwise commercial fashion, because what’s in that picture is not what this flailing industry needs.

I’m a huge Bikram yoga junkie, though my practice has certainly fallen off a bit since I landed at Fashionista. Note to self: get back to that hot room!

That said, I’m always on the lookout for cool yoga gear. Currently, I’m obsessing over these canvas totes from Beyond Yoga, which are actually not yoga-centric at all but definitely useful for carrying around my mat, clothes, and coconut water.

But really, they’re just super cute canvas bags that graffiti artist Andre Charles adorned with words selected by some A-List celebs. They were asked to complete the sentence “I am beyond…”

The first sample sale I ever went to, Stella McCartney’s in London four years ago, was a true sample sale.

They’d never had one and were anxious to clear out their archives. Translation: racks and racks of things that had never seen a runway, only seen a runway, half-finished, half ripped-apart treasures that I wish I’d bought more of.

Now, everything’s a sample sale.

So Abaeté’s going old school and hosting a proper sample sale of their archives and actual samples back from celebrity loans including this Rachel Bilson dress and the Rihanna swimsuit at left.

They’re kicking it off with a silent auction and cocktail party, open to the public, at 117 Crosby Street on June 17th at 6pm (rsvp@abaete.com). The rest of the dates are here.

Rachel Bilson’s landed her own InStyle column in what might be the most genius starlet-meets-fashion move we’ve heard in a long, long time.

Since The OC, Rachel’s wandered in and out of a couple of movies and launched a line with DKNY, but it’s her style that keeps her on everyone’s radar.

The magazine’s managing editor, Ariel Foxman, said that most women answer, “Rachel Bilson,” when asked whose style they admire and so they recruited the California girl to write a page or two in the magazine in which she discusses her favorite trends and what she wants to buy for the month. She’ll also answer readers’ style questions.

Rachel tells WWD, “I am not planning on quitting my day job to be a full-time fashion editor, although I am really enjoying it and it intrigues me very much.”

We’re not sure what her day job is, but we think she’d make a kind of awesome fashion editor.

Lindsay Lohan’s about to make zillions selling the spray version, and Rachel Bilson’s just been signed by Jergen’s to help promote their Natural Glow lotion via a campaign about sun safety, but we’re still confused - why do some people persist in pursuing the fake tan?

From girls readying themselves for junior prom all the way up to Valentino, there is a huge population of fake tanners even though a fake tan is kind of like too-dark foundation cracking over acne - totally obvious, and therefore, totally besides the point.

Which begs the next question: What exactly is wrong with being pale? Because from the Karen Elsons to the Alek Weks of the world, the only skin tone that’s ever made us utter “ew” is the shallow orange of a Hollywood Tans devotee - and even that faint brown of fake tan dabblers doesn’t make them look like they just spent a week in Florida so much as an hour in front of some light bulbs.

Some people cite the slimming effects of a tan - but is looking like a cuticle stick really worth looking like a spring breaker?

So if it never looks real, seldom looks good, and pretty much always looks cheap (not to mention that some states are looking to ban the tanning bed version altogether for minors for fear of a link to melanoma), why do people do it?

We almost didn’t get into Zac Posen tonight. Not because we weren’t invited, but because, apparently, Zac Posen has the tightest security ever. You couldn’t even get to the front doors of the Tents without your actual paper invite in hand (which hardly anyone carries around all day), so we, and many other people, ended up at the top of the stairs arguing with a quartet of security guards, trying to explain that if we really were crashers, then we could never get in once inside the lobby anyway (this argument did not work at all).

Instead, we frantically searched our iPhone for the RSVP confirmation, watched actual crashers give up immediately once security asked for the invite, watched actual editors get hassled and freak out, tried calling several people who we thought could be in the Tents and possibly help, before the nicest of the guards secretly let us in on the side. Phew.

When we got to the check-in table, we had to actually produce a photo ID. While fishing through our wallet that won’t even close these days (cab receipts), we had to ask: What’s with the security tonight?” One of the PR girls responded that this show gets exceptionally crashed, with people rushing the doors, bringing last season’s invites, sometimes making invites, and, even worse, using other people’s names. So, understandable. Still, it would be nice if one of those nice girls from inside could have stood on the steps to let in the people that they at least recognize.

Alas, the show goes on: Zac’s Fall 09 opened with the piano-playing sibling quintet, the 5 Browns, and with clothes so sumptuous you’d have thought you were in Rococo times (or, at least, sometime before September). Every single look was totally over the top, especially the coats fit for majesties (or, Andre Leon Talley).

The most annoying part had to be when we looked over at the front row (Rachel Bilson, Claire Danes, Sandra Bernhard), because we finally understood why Zac had more security than a fur convention. But the best part, other than Alek Wek’s surprise spin on the runway, had to be Coco’s: As she made her way to the pit, someone yelled out, “Now there’s a woman!” She cracked a smile and a laugh, and so did everyone else.

There’s this wave of ‘celebrities’ that pop up for Fashion Week though they do nothing else year round.

Joy Bryant writes for Starworks and cameos on Rachel Zoe’s show; Rachel Bilson wears Margiela and dates Hayden Christensen; Alison Bree is actually on Mad Men but just whines the whole time; so imagine how exciting it is when someone like Alicia Keys, someone who actually does something, pops up in the front row.

Last night at Max Azria she stole all the paparazzi attention and I kind of wished we were there to hear her sing instead of watch another version of the BCBG collection parade on by. There was velvet, again, and strangely cut drapey gowns over turtleneck bodysuits and long leather sleeves with lace collars. There was, I swear, the same beaded embroidery that Justin Timberlake used at William Rast and more Balmain shoulders.

The collection was more rock n’ roll than seasons past - in fact it was basically Herve Leger without the must-use-bandage restrictions. The white lace numbers and Tinsley’s bangs were the highlight for me.

As for Alicia, that opening jacket is begging to be on stage.

—PHOTOGRAPHY BY JEREMY KOST

Uh oh.

One of the upsides to this whole recession thing has been the total drop-off of celebrity clothing lines. We thought we were free and clear of the phenomenon for at least a couple years, but alas, no luck.

WWD broke the story on Hilary Duff’s new line for DKNY a la Rachel Bilson. This one’s called Femme and includes fringed tanks, faux-leather leggings, t-shirts with detachable chain necklaces and crystal strapped tanks. She’s grown out of her Stuff by Hilary Duff line and is excited to be a part of “the perfect line for young girls who can’t afford to buy a lot of clothes these days.”

Then, tucked into a strange story about DVF’s luncheon for Jessica Alba’s Elle shoot is this: ” [Alba] has her own fashion project in the works.” But we can’t even speculate on what Jessica Alba has to offer the struggling fashion industry.

Instead, we’ll take solace in the news that Mad Men costume designer Janie Bryant is finally launching her own line and keep our heads down and our minds focused on next week.