The thing I loved most about the Jenny Packham show is that they were considerate enough to hold it close to Somerset House.

I know New York fashion week’s spread out, but nothing compares to the nightmare of navigating London Fashion Week (unless you get on the Fashion Bus, though that requires you to at least drive through every show) over cobblestones and taxi stands.

Anyway, once I walked through Covent Garden and into the venue, I welcomed the sight of familiar faces, both PRs and Tinsley Mortimer. The man in front of me heard me say my name and turned around to say he loved Fashionista, but…”You can’t read my handwriting?” I guessed.

“Well, yeah,” he said.

“Sorry about that,” I answered, and then the show started and it was sparkly. As if the diamonds on the dresses and the shoes and the everything weren’t enough, the girls were wrapped in Tiffany blue bows and dripping in jewelry.

That hair though, was fantastic.

1. Mickey Rourke, sipping on a Diet Coke and being swarmed by the press. The Wrestler was really, really good and I’m so glad he got his career back, but I still don’t get why he keeps popping up at fashion events. Also, I wish he was still super hot—like 9 1/2 Weeks hot.

2. Kelly Rowland and Tinsley were like fast front row friends. What were they talking about? Beyoncé’s embarrassment over that idiotic Kanye incident? European royalty and how to marry a prince? Career advice?

3. Gold medal gymnast Nastia Liukin being awkwardly ignored by most of the media while fidgeting in her front row seat. Does our country really care more about the Tinz than a world class athlete? Not that I really care what Nastia has to say about clothes…but it’s still kind of a sad state of affairs.

4. Lucy Liu, who I hope will get a new project soon so that I can finally cleanse my palette of that hideous Cashmere Mafia. Because I used to really like Lucy Liu.

5. Lots of neutrals and black. Lots of cut-outs. Lots of slashes in dresses. Lots of skin showing in patches. Lots of reasons for me to motivate to get to Bikram.

The Custo Barcelona show took place in the twilight zone. It was like I had been transported from Bryant Park to another fashion universe where the men wear too much cologne and the ladies are perma-tanned. I had to keep reminding myself this was Manhattan not South Beach.

Before the show started the paparazzi were abuzz over Princess hopeful Tinsley Mortimer, Ugly Betty’s Mark Indelicato, Estelle, and Kenan Thompson. Yes, that Kenan. Unfortunately, Kel was no where to be found.

The runway show was more of a party than a serious presentation, and for that I’m grateful. There was techno music blaring, audience members cheering on the models (Arlenis Sosa got the most fan support, though I was rooting for Iekieline), and many heads bopping and feet tapping.

These days we all know the last name Ronson draws a crowd, though sometimes an unwanted paparazzi-type one. But not today, at least for the most part. Though there was some serious seating drama for a hot second, everything got figured out and Charlotte sent her clothes down the runway to tunes compiled by her twin sister.

Brother Mark, Byrdie Bell, Becka Diamond, Russell Simmons and his nieces Angela and Vanessa, Joe Zee, Brooklyn Decker, Tinsley Mortimer (in I Heart Ronson from JCPenney), and Olivier Zahm took it all in from the front row. The consensus in our section, and from many others we overheard while squeezing ourselves out the door, was that this was by far Charlotte’s best collection.

There were “Let’s Get Physical” braided headbands, thigh-length leggings/tights with well-placed runs, tons of the shorts (in leather and jersey) that the designer herself so often wears, and an army jacket/anorak that I must have if it kills me. Plus, lots of one-shouldered action. It’s all happening on that front, people. Embrace it.

—PHOTOGRAPHY BY JEREMY KOST

—PHOTOGRAPHY BY JEREMY KOST

—PHOTOGRAPHY BY JEREMY KOST

Pamela Anderson crashed Richie Rich’s runway at the Waldorf-Astoria tonight.

She pranced, skipped and kicked her way down the catwalk, after the model finale, a singer, a troupe of half-naked dancing men, a Kat Deluna performance, Tinsley, Aubrey O’Day and someone else who looked vaguely familiar, in a gold, thong one-piece bathing suit with plastic coins glued to it - the crowd went nuts.

That crowd included the Paper Mag team and Lynn, Ellen Von Unwerth, Cory & the Cobrasnake, a life-sized pig and Ice-T (who’s randomly popped up at different Fashion Weeks twice now) and his wife whom we were painfully close to in the elevator.

The clothes were, well, not Heatherette, but not much of anything. They were tight, they were bright, there was a one armed spandex unitard in a purple print and lots of plastic coins inexplicably glued to the men’s barely there swimwear. There was one printed summer dress we’d actually wear but we’re pretty sure that wasn’t the point of the show.

It was to have fun and of course, with Richie, it’s always fun.

—PHOTOGRAPHY BY JEREMY KOST

I’m still not used to the kind of fashion show where people care more about Harvey Weinstein than Patrick Demarchelier, more about Katy Perry than Anna Piaggi.

But I guess that’s why I don’t work in PR and why I watch for editors’ reactions instead of the runway at a show where it’s only half about the clothes.

Dior’s afternoon show, held in a tent at the Place de la Concorde end of the Tuileries, boasted movie stars, dramatic music cut with MGMT, ridiculously caged Cindy Lou Who hair, and handbags, of course.

From my perch above the runway, I watched Galliano’s parade of modern warrior princess clothes. Raquel, Caroline Trentini and Tanya D teetered on their carved heels - think Basso & Brooke - wearing snakeskin corsets and chiffon mini dresses made for Tinsley. The Dior beauty ambassador sat front row, the paparazzi crush snapping away at Eva Green and Marion Cotillard right next to her.

The show ended with a string of sheer gowns and a runway strut from Galliano in a particularly deep-v vest. As my new French friend said to me, “Beaucoup de boobies this season, n’est-ce pas?”

This just in from our Inbox:

Tonight’s episode of Gossip Girl, “The Ex-Files”, is the big Fashion Week-themed edition that tied up the entirety of Chinatown about a month ago.

In the course of an hour, we can expect an Eleanor Waldorf fashion show with Michael Kors and Tinsley Mortimer front row - and a full ten looks from Abigail Lorick’s actual line, Lorick, from Spring 09, parade down the runway as Eleanor Waldorf originals.

So if, like us, you found yourself wishing you could see the clothes in motion instead of dirtied with creamy (albeit delicious) cake, here’s your big chance.

It’s like Fashion Week déjà vu, except this time, you can wear a bathrobe.

Update: Sorry, guys! We got that information straight from Lorick’s reps, but I guess they were a week early. But look on the bright side, there’s anticipation now!

Here’s a little story from the Fashionista table:

The other day, we were tipped off that Gossip Girl was filming on Grand Street between Mott and Bowery. So we stopped by on the way home, only to turn right around upon meeting a throng of paparazzi clogging every street corner.

But on our way, we noticed that whoever’s in charge of assigning trailers did the same thing we’ve noticed every time we walk past a GG set - they keep putting the actor’s real names on the doors, so Ed lovers can stand in front of Ed’s trailer, and Leighton lovers know exactly from which trailer door she’ll appear. So imagine our shock when right next to the trailer marked “Tinsley” was another marked “M.K.”

MK? The only MK we could think of was obviously Mary-Kate, but we’re pretty sure Gossip Girl doesn’t really fit with her vibe, not to mention that nobody writes her nickname with those periods in between her initials.

So WWD solved our little mystery for us this today - looks like Michael Kors is set to appear in an upcoming episode centering around Fashion Week.

And there you have it.

Sonia Rykiel beat Luella Bartley and Chloe as our favorite collection of the season. Why? Because she somehow chucked both Tinlsey Mortimer and Courtney Love on the runway, as incarnated by Siri T. and Heidi Mount.

Close and shocking second place: Chanel.