We’ll sum up the Miss Sixty show quickly - Stam opened, Coco sat front row next to Mischa Barton, Karlie death-walked, Sasha’s hair looked dirty, there were denim jumpsuits, Pretty Woman hats, slogan tees and this one red coat we really loved - because we need to talk about what American Express is doing to Fashion Week.

Let me preface this by saying that if I wasn’t lucky enough to be invited to fashion shows and had the money to buy my way in, I probably would. But the divide between those in the industry and those looking for a party in the tents is widening and making it increasingly frustrating for those needing to do their jobs.

Chelsea’s the indie version of the tents. Its small venues have housed Vena Cava, Band of Outsiders, Ohne Titel, Preen - all shows mostly attended by those who work in fashion (plus Kanye). Despite lines and small entrances, there is no pushing (ok, Rag & Bone doesn’t count), no grabbing, and no yelling because everyone will get inside, everyone will see the clothes and everyone will politely and graciously do their jobs.

In comparision, the tents are a battlefield. Just getting in line is a nightmare full of groping, shoving, attitude and foot stomping. At Erin Fetherston, we witnessed a girl try to scare an editor out of his seat by screaming, “I paid good money for this seat!” We’ve overheard AmEx customers speak to the frazzled PR girls like they’re twelve when unhappy with their $200 seats. The girls behind me at Herve (their bought tickets were a gift) laughed obnoxiously at the falling models. And if you dare block the elite skybox in the big tent, which cuts down the standing section considerably, you risk being escorted out by security.

It’s easy to forget that Fashion Week is, essentially, just a semi-glamorous convention. Everyone within a very small industry convenes in one place to discuss its changing nature and see what’s new. It is both exhausting and rewarding work made that much harder by those looking for a Devil Wears Prada moment.

Should AmEx stop their support of fashion week? No, but they should probably include an etiquette book with their ticket package.

“Duh nuh nuh NUH nuh…” - Jenny’s cell phone ring whenever her boss from Eleanor Waldorf calls, on Gossip Girl - The same ringtone as Andrea’s in The Devil Wears Prada.

Right on the heels of news that Marie Claire is starting its own reality show and some In Style editors have a cameo on GG, comes this:

Sean Avery may be making his own movie about interning at Vogue, Devil Wears Prada style.

The screenplay hasn’t been written yet - that’s right, they need to hire someone to write what he’s been doing - and it’s supposed to be a romantic comedy.

We don’t know what makes Avery think he’s the next Kate Hudson, but have to admit, we can’t wait to see what he does as an intern, even if it’s the fictional version.

Wonder if they’ll show him doing check-ins and mail call - or maybe he’ll just hang at Beatrice…

Reader Christopher is either excited or repulsed by the following news:

Hilary Swank has signed on to produce a movie version of the spectacularly bad Falling Out of Fashion, the first (and hopefully only) novel by Karen Yampolsky, the former executive assistant of Jane Pratt.

The book is a thinly veiled and thinly written account of Jane Magazine, specifically the months of transition from Jane to the new (and last) editor, Brandon Holley.

Gawker had a smackingly satisfying round-up of the book, which you can read for yourself.

Meanwhile, Variety hints that Swank may also star in the movie, which is… um… silly. It’s so silly it’ll probably make a lot of money.

As we all know so well by now, SATC: The Movie is finally coming to a theater near every person in America on May 30th.

Naturally, we want to go, but we also remember what it was like trying to find tickets on the day The Devil Wears Prada came out - annoying as hell.

So here’s a fact: there’s another fun flick coming out that day, The Strangers, featuring Gemma Ward as a crazy killer girl.

According to IMDB, her character’s name is Dollface (we couldn’t think of a better name, really), and here’s a little clip of her freaking Liv Tyler out with a knife game.

In other semi-fashion related movie news, Fashionista highly suggests checking out Priceless with Chanel’s newest face, Audrey Tautou, playing at Cinema Village on 12th Street. It’s kind of like a modern day How to Marry a Millionaire, except French and with better clothes. But the best part of the movie experience was when the new Louis Vuitton travel commercial played before the film - the entire packed theater burst into laughter at its end.

“Very perfect. Hair is perfect, they have a manicure. They are very clean, they follow fashion. I don’t think they take many risks. They do the total look of Prada.” - Carine Roitfeld, on American fashion editors, in New York Magazine.

When I was approached by a CW Casting Director for Tyra’s much-debated new show, I wasn’t sure what to think. On the one hand, I thought, “This could be my big break! ELLE!” - (Fashionista is now my fourth internship in the fashion world.) On the other hand, I thought, “Ew.”

After myriad debates with friends and at the office, I knew I was at least going to try it out when I found myself in the midst of the 21-page application.

But when I arrived at the casting, one for fashionistas handpicked by the CW’s casting crew, I was confronted with about 100 girls (and about twenty boys) who could have stepped out of a ShopBop catalog. I got the sense that these were hopeful kids who had never actually worked in the industry, but were cute enough for primetime TV (In fact, it should be noted that when I was approached, although I was assured that it would be more Apprentice than ANTM, I was never asked about any actual experience.)

There was a blue screen, lights, and a camera set up in the middle of a converted hotel banquet room where CW staffers demanded, “Show me your personality! Show us crazy!”

I should have known when the application asked questions like “What character are you most like from The Devil Wears Prada? (Read some application highlights after the jump!)

I snuck out of the room before the camera could find me. I just can’t picture ever being a top editor with footage of trashy housemates (and me!) performing timed runs to showrooms in six-inch platforms re-playing on late-night MTV marathons.

And I wasn’t the only one - I caught a few other hopefuls leaving early, and I heard the CW is still casting. For a show that’s supposed to air this Spring, they’re going to have to find some good candidates fast - Trashy or not, I know I’ll be watching.

—JAZZI McGILBERT