There was a time years back when many thought leggings were going to be a one season wonder. Well, that moment has come and gone and even most naysayers long ago embraced them. We’re actually really liking these dancer-like incarnations of mostly sheer, sometimes short, and always scrunched for Spring/Summer 2010—especially the sheer pinks and neutrals for a bit of light layering.

What about you? Are you game for another season or totally over them by now?

—PHOTOGRAPHY BY JEREMY KOST

Believe it or not, the most awkward part of this video, in which Katy Perry interviews Karl Lagerfeld backstage after his Lagerfeld show on behalf of Elle, isn’t when Karl says he’d define himself with a Lily Allen song (don’t they like, not get along?).

In fact, we’re kind of torn on whether or not it’s the lilted maybe French with a touch of British accent Perry puts on at times or when she tells Karl that she really likes the metal dresses, to which he says, “I think that’s not metal, in fact it’s leather because leather is softer and more body friendly than metal can be a little harsh.”

You can never watch too much video of Karl, so enjoy. And remember, Karl does not like Sundays.

LOVED:

—More side braids. Hooray!!

—The sturdiness meets quirkiness of the shoes, especially these and these.

—The fact that so many women will be embracing the pantsuit again. Those things were sexier than expected.

HATED:

—The cat situation. Even through Miuccia’s lens I’m struggling with this and I’ve heard from other non-cat people that I am far from alone. Also, the kitties led in no small part to this Style.com story which includes a picture that might haunt me for the rest of my life.

—That girls with any sort of boobs of the non-concave variety are going to have some serious issues with many of those cut-out and appliqued tops. Bummer.

Dear Stella McCartney,

I still check eBay about once a month hoping to stumble onto the horse pants you did for Chloé. I have dreams about the beribboned wooden espadrilles you sent down your SS05 runway and I guard my chain print dress from your SS06 collection with my life, even though I’m still not quite sure how to wear it.

What I’m trying to say is, I love your clothes and always have, but this season was so perfect that I can’t stop thinking about it

When people ask what I do and I answer, they always ask one of two questions - “What do you think of my outfit?” or “Who’s your favorite designer?” and I always answer McQueen or Vivienne Westwood, lately Christopher Kane. And I really do love all of them, but if I had to wear one designer and one designer only, it’d be you, hands down.

Last season, walking into Galliano, Britt and I were accosted by anti-fur protesters (neither one of us were wearing any), but yesterday I was accosted by manic fans trying to crash the show like it was Justin Timberlake’s last concert ever.

I hung out around post-Hermès since Galliano was in the same venue within the hour and watched, amazed, as girls embraced their inner Penny Lane, batting their eyelashes for photographers and security guards begging, pleading for entrance to get in the show. It was fascinating.

I tired before they did and snagged my spot at the end of a bench to get good shots, until of course the girls finally did get in and had nowhere to crash but the aisles until finally my sight was just plain blocked (so please excuse the pictures).

Tired of doodling on paper or the soles of your Converse? How about your arm? Your thigh? Your chest?

Rodarte kicked off the body art trend in New York, covering their models with Sharpied tribal shapes to complement their primitive, deconstructed collection. James Kaliardos pulled from a variety of inspirations to come up with the black curvilinear designs that ended up the perfect armor for Rodarte’s futuristic warrior girls.

It was game, set, match at Hermès yesterday.

Gaultier’s always a sucker for a theme and this year was no exception. Everything was covered in grass from the runways to the bleachers - with white cushions for us to sit on of course, god forbid we get actual grass stains! Between the setting and the music, I was ready for an actual tennis match.

An industry legend once said to me, “Hermès is not a fashion house, so I never expect fashion here,” but I still loved every bit of it. The clothes screamed 1920’s tennis and I had no problem imaging myself living it up like Daisy Buchannan or lounging on a boat in Pantelleria.

If you’re ever at an Hermès show where you don’t love the clothes, I dare you not to smile when Gaultier runs out smiling, hugging, kissing with such adoration for his models. Long after the show’s ended and the lights are up, he’s still milling about gratefully greeting his fans.

And that’s a grand slam.

—REBECCA SUHRAWARDI AUSTIN

—PHOTOGRAPHY BY JEREMY KOST

KARL [LAGERFELD]: You clutch my face. My head is a farm of inspiration, and it’s the harvest. REAP.

KATY [PERRY]: Oh, great, because I have so many questions…

—Imagined Fashion Week genius courtesy of GoFugYourself

Alexis Phifer, ex-girlfriend of Kanye West and designer of the label Ghita, sat next to me today at Collette Dinnigan.

And though my job is to watch the clothes, I couldn’t help but notice her nails. They were both shaped into points and French manicured. Not just any French manicure though - she was being whisked away when she agreed to pose for this shot and the light kind of blinds the fact that the tips are actually the lightest shade of pistachio and separated from the rest of the nail with a thin silver line.

I always wondered what pointy nails would look like, and well, now I know. As for the clothes, people started leaving mid-show. And those who didn’t leave mid-show left during the finale, which was quite rude, even if Louis Vuitton was starting on time across the street.

—REBECCA SUHRAWARDI AUSTIN

—PHOTOGRAPHY BY JEREMY KOST

1. I wear one pretty much every day anyway, and now I feel soundly on high beauty ground thanks to the trifecta of YSL, Lanvin, and Chanel.

2. They became new and fresh again at YSL with the addition of a slew of old school comb headbands. I used to rock those things like a champ back in 1997-98 and I’m looking forward to bringing them back. Perfect for every day in my opinion.

I’ve never seen as much gold confetti in my life as I did at this morning’s Kenzo show - not even New Year’s Eve can compare.

It wasn’t totally pointless - it did signal a giant shift in the collection from safari chic to just plain African inspired clothing. Everything was suddenly extra colorful, with shockingly bright pinks and blues and colorful head wraps on the succession of black models.

Post-show, I asked Antonio Marras if he was using his all black line-up to make a statement, especially since diversity in fashion is a forever hot topic, but he attributed it to more creative purposes.

“The idea of the mirage in the desert when you are just beaten by the sun, and then you see these women, all black, in all these colors, and it’s a different feeling, it’s just a like a vision given by the sun.” At least that’s how his assistant translated it, Marras only speaks Italian; but I got the idea he was trying to build some sort of desert hallucination on his Paris runway.

Next time, maybe more focus on the clothes than the setting.

—REBECCA SUHRAWARDI AUSTIN

Despite its less than stellar performance since Valentino’s exit, the industry’s VIPs continue to flock to Valentino.

Today’s show played host to a stellar trifecta: Linda Fargo, Michael Roberts, and Anna Dello Russo sat front row for Maria Grazia Chiuri and Pier Paolo Piccioli’s second effort.

Their collection was pretty - very, very pretty.

The clothes weren’t overly complicated, nor dramatic or groundbreaking, but their sense of lightness looked comfortable and desirable. If they were going for dreamlike, they succeeded with a palette of dusky nudes and lilacs. Sparks of Valentino’s signature heavy handiwork appeared on mini-dresses and a gown or two, and of course, there were bows.

As for the showmanship of the show itself, no expense was spared. Black and white images of mutating orchids and flames were projected onto the walls of the tent and the tones of grey translated to the seats, which, by the way, were the most plush seats I’ve ever seen at a fashion show - soft banquettes, only three rows deep, perfect for resting my Fashion Week ridden body.

Of course the lingering question is, and will be for some time, what did Mr. Valentino think?

—REBECCA SUHRAWARDI AUSTIN

These past few weeks we’ve seen a resurgence of all things juvenile. From pigtails at Prada to side braids at Wang, girlish hairstyles are a go for spring, but it doesn’t stop at the head.

Tao, Moschino, YSL and Ungaro embraced the youthful phenomenon in their Spring collections. Each designer topped their ready-to-wear with prints that would make any little girl giddy. Tao and YSL chose strawberries while Moschino opted for cherries (as did Anna Dello Russo on her feet all week). The playful prints are charming and romantic, stopping just short of saccharine, but the reviews weren’t, to put it mildly, nearly as positive at Ungaro.

—PHOTOGRAPHY BY JEREMY KOST

Sarah, Buyer

Got Her: Rushing in and out of the bathroom pre-Guy Laroche at the Louvre.

Stalked Her: Because I couldn’t believe my eyes, was that a mom in Balmain?

Shot Her: Isn’t it obvious?

She Said: “I am a buyer for the department store Detail in Korea, and everything I am wearing is Balmain, except the t-shirt. It’s just a t-shirt. Oh, and the necklace is Erickson Beamon.”

We Said: This is multi-tasking at its best.

—REBECCA SUHRAWARDI AUSTIN