Tonight, Fendi played host to the launch of John Baldessari’s book (written and curated by contemporary arts expert Sharon Coplan Hurowitz.)

If you don’t know Baldessari’s work, we would highly suggest taking a look. It’s conceptual and multi-format, but in our opinion, not the least bit contrived. (A retrospective is currently touring from the Tate to LACMA to the Met.) And from the looks of the crowd at the party tonight, we’re not alone. The uptown store was packed. We especially loved the decked out piano, and when Elew (who we hear is Donna Karan’s favorite) started getting all jazzy on it.

Unfortunately we couldn’t stay for the whole set as we had to jet to celebrity colorist Rita Hazan’s fete a few blocks away. (Stay tuned for a very fun Life With Rita soon!)

But all in all it was a colorful evening. Plus we were home in time for fashion’s new favorite TV show, Glee, on the DVR. Good times, good times.

Last night, I went to Times Square.

I was greeted with throngs of screaming teenagers, like, dying over one Gossip Girl arrival after another. Inside was worse, paparazzi (and PR) pushed and shoved and threatened to escort us out if we - standing at a whopping 5’4” - didn’t get out of their way to take the perfect shot.

But after waiting forty-five minutes for Leighton to sing, I wasn’t going anywhere. When she did come on stage, well, who knew white leggings painted with blue and yellow fallopian tubes even existed? I spent a minute wondering where the bangs came from, then I turned on the camera and watched Carter Baizen try and boogie his way past Rufus onto the stage.

And then, after one song, I escaped, kind of devastated I’d skipped Fred Perry’s birthday celebration with a civilized Friendly Fires performance in lieu of the violent teenage mob.

Last night Louis Vuitton debuted their first US lifestyle boutique at Saks in NYC, hosted by Maggie Gyllenhaal, LV’s Daniel Lalonde, and Saks’ Steven Sadove. (Lifestyle boutique = every product category offered at their own stores is now available at Saks. The only other one of its kind is at Harrods.)

The invitation called the party “Le Jardin Louis Vuitton” but for some reason I was still expecting a lovely, but typical, department store event. Um, no. First clue: the entry bracelets were properly LV embossed leather. Second clue: The greenery was out of control in a very awesome way that also smelled amazingly delicious.

“Are you stalking me,” asked Isaac Mizrahi last night when I told him how much I loved hearing him speak at the 92nd Street Y a few weeks ago?

“Oh my god no,” I whimpered as the color drained from my face.

“Kidding!! I’m SO glad you enjoyed it, that’s so great to hear! It was so fun and I’m so happy you loved it,” he squealed in delight.

While my heart slowly started beating again we talked cheesecake and tartan and the impossibility of guest cheesecake designers at the launch of his new line for QVC, Isaac Mizrahi Live. The party was held on a soundstage with a cubed centerpiece made from TVs - tiny old portable TVs, giant flat screens, a rainbow of TV variety - playing Isaac’s colorful show.

I’ve never watched QVC (alas, no TV), but by the end I found myself determined to own a tartan Isaac blanket. I was not, however, determined to tell Ashley Olsen (who huddled in a corner with her sister and publicist) that I loved hearing her speak at the Y, too. One stalking insinuation’s enough for a night (a lifetime really).

So last night, Versace and the Whitney threw a very fancy party. There was a dinner where people like Donatella (of course), Shakira, Gerard Butler, and other patrons of the arts got together upstairs at the museum.

There was also a downstairs party where they all made their way afterward. I got the chance to see the beginnings of this charity endeavor with Donatella back in July, and it was so nice to see the children’s art displayed on actual handbags that will be sold to raise money for the Starlight Children’s Foundation and the One Foundation.

Not for nothing, they created a graffiti wall where everyone could draw and have fun. So of course someone went for “balloon boy” and started sketching a CNN screen grab of America’s latest reality travesty. Oy, America. But that’s a discussion for another blog on another day…

And of course, the usual fashion crowd was out in full effect—Alexa, Leigh, Peter, Hana, Fabiola, Alexandra, Amanda—but there was really only one star in the room—Chuck Close.

Dover Street Market’s a cool place.

The four story department store’s owned by Commes Des Garçons’ Rei Kawabuko and her husband, Adrian Joffe and it has one of the most interesting edits in the world.

Included in the heady mix is a line of furniture by Finnish company Artek, called “10-Unit System”, designed by architect Shigeru Ban, that essentially makes the buyer an artist. It’s a modular system - ten easy pieces that you can make into what you want, a coffee table, a cupboard, a chair, a table. If your needs over the years change, so can the furniture, totally adaptable, modern and utterly genius.

According to Artek’s Anna Vartiainen, scent and fragrance played an important role in the space and vibe they created. So voila, a perfume collaboration between Commes Des Garçons and Artek was born.

“Geez”, muttered a friend Wednesday night. We’re standing in a jam packed club - not even a famous one - heaving with human traffic and queueing for £14 drinks. “What recession?”

Indeed what recession — it’s certainly not in London. After a manic LFW, one would expect everything to calm down for a moment, for the money and champagne to stop flowing. Instead, we’ve experienced a pent up demand to party - and wear the clothes \ we so innocently bought during fashion month.

The action’s hot and heavy: this week alone saw the bash celebrating the Juicy Couture store opening (which shares a block with Matthew Williamson & Stella’s store), the Tatler 300th anniversary party and the Vogue/Bulgari party. Last night, Alasdhair Willis (Stella’s husband), threw an intimate do at his Duke Street gallery, while Cindy Crawford launched her Omega collection at the Almada club (where Anna Wintour made her LFW date with Chris Kane). The latter drew the most stars yet including Lily Allen, Rosie Huntingdon Whiteley and Jasmine Guinness whilst Rhys Ifan flirted outrageously with model du jour, Tolula Adeyemi.

Last night’s Paperball, at the MAD museum, was full of beer, paper and Madeline Albright.

The exhibition and party and dinner were split amongst five floors which meant me and my boots got quite the workout (the elevator moved at a glacial pace) and though the party party was mean to be on the sixth, everyone gathered on the second floor.

Bill Cunningham wove his way in and out of the exhibit, snapping pictures of girls in paper dresses, paper flowered hats and paper bow ties while I obsessed over Jen Kao’s dress. I’ve never touched anything in a museum (duh), but I had to reach out and poke it to make sure that it wasn’t leather. I still don’t really believe the laced up, shoulder padded shift is built from paper; it sat next to Bliss Lau’s corseted dress, inspired by The Great Gatsby (though we’re pretty sure Daisy would blush) and Zaldy’s fantastical swirling cocktail dress.

Sometimes the events gods smile upon you and actually hold parties in the same damn hotel. Amazing. After taking in the scene at the Teen Vogue party, I hopped into an elevator to the terrace of the Gramercy Park Hotel to check out Blumarine’s new scent, Bellissima, where the cedar scent of the Rose Bar was replaced by the girly (in a good way) notes of grapefruit, peony, and vanilla.

The new fragrance (and yes, they did give everyone at the party a bottle) is a total break from anything done under the label’s name in the past—their aim is to bring it back to a place of relevance in beauty land. Next up is a Blugirl scent for spring 2010.

Apparently, the night was perfume-themed because much of the beauty/fashion crew then headed down to Donna Karan’s studio for Henry Holland-hosted Six Scents event which featured, um, performance art meets perfume spritzing. It is always interesting to see what people come up with for these fetes.

Then it was onto The Box for the beauty directors to attend the launch of YSL’s new men’s fragrance. Side note to beauty PRs: People are kind of over the whole events at The Box thing. Just sayin’.

Quite a fragrant evening indeed. I wish someone had told me to pack my own coffee beans.

At least New York was kind enough to place a couple of days between the CFDAs and the Whitney Art Party - London decided to cram it all into one very fashionable evening.

First up, the Hoping Foundations charity event to raise money for Palestinian refugee camps. Sienna Miller and Kate Moss held court on the dance floor, the former laughing loudly above the crowd and the latter admiring Sienna’s shoes.

We ran into Sienna again at Quintessentially’s summer party, but she, as well as we, left when we realized the bar was dry.

So it’s a good thing Grey Goose sponsored Ralph Lauren’s Summer BBQ at the Kensington Roof Gardens. Tennis stars mingled with princesses though we had our eye on Dolce & Gabanna model David Gandy. He’s unphased by Jesus’ turn in the Dolce spotlight, in part because he’s busy penning a column for the new magazine Fash-ism, launching next month.

—CHARLEY B.

Just to quickly recap the very swingin’ Whitney Art party last night, Britt was totally right, bandage dresses took over the room. (To be noted though, Britt did opt for something very hot herself!)

The music was old-school (loved). The champers ran out two hours in (did not love). And the room was filled with amazing art and all the cool kids from Camilla Belle and Hilary Rhoda to Anne Slowey and Joe Zee.

We can’t lie, though, the highlight of the evening was not running into Brian Reyes and snagging an invite to his huge new design space (though that was lovely) or perusing the pieces of art that, sadly, we didn’t have the funds to bid on.

No, it was Bradley Cooper. What can we say: we’re girls, he’s way dreamier in person, and the smile, god, the smile. Even cynical fashion types swooned in his presence. We saw at least two ladies hand him their cards.

Sorry, enough with the crushing when we should be talking about fashionable things. He just does that to us.

But so does a great dress. And the best-dressed of the night was definitely Lake Bell in red BCBG which clearly stood out in the sea of Herve.

This week of fashion parties continued with last night’s celebration of Ruffian’s new book, Ruffian Inside Out.

Though the book, written by Style.com’s Executive Editor Nicole Phelps, officially launched in April, we’ve been loving it since their AW09 show in February. Jamie Isaia’s photographs of Brian Wolk and Claude Morais are basically fashion porn.

Thus the party was a celebration not just of the book, but of the talented designers themselves. John Demsey, Group President of Estée Lauder, played host, even offering up his own home for the night and we spotted everyone from Simon Doonan and Rachel Roy to MAC ûber makeup artist James Kaliardos.

MAC has a special relationship with the brand and the book — they created a limited edition, just-for-Fashion-Week, not sold in stores lipstick shade for the Fall 2009 show called Ruffian Red, (which Britt obsessively rocked throughout Fashion month) that they so generously handed out again last night.

I also got a sneak peek at those fabulous Jin Soon-created polishes we mentioned last month and I can tell you, judging by the gorgeous orchid shade I saw, the collection is going to be fantastic.

—MEGAN MCINTYRE

Last night, the fashion crowd showed up at the Longchamp store for beauty company Orlane’s cocktail party and fundraiser for Afghan Hands, which helps widows in Afghanistan completely alter the course of their lives.

It’s an amazing project in which the women are paid to attend classes at centers around Kabul and also to embroider these gorgeous scarves and wraps (pictured). It’s literally the only means of education many of them have ever been offered.

Maggie Rizer (in an adorable BCBG dress), Claire Danes, Hugh Dancy, Peter Som, and a slew of fashion and beauty editors shopped the goods and chatted each other up on the store’s third floor deck.

We were pretty much in awe of all those who commit so much of their time to helping women who’ve never had the opportunity to make their own way. That they are able to do it with hand-crafted fashion, even better.

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.

Another Tuesday, another round of fashion parties. Not that we’re complaining. A few of the highlights:

- Drinking Budweiser (at the Tommy Hilfiger/Paper Magazine fete to celebrate the mag’s new Rebranding America issue) and listening to John Mellencamp made us feel very American, in a good way, which we suppose was exactly the point. But where were the pigs in a blanket?

-Random guest side note: Matthew Modine, our long-ago crush from Vision Quest and Gross Anatomy, looks way older than we’d like to remember him.

The Met Ball might have been Monday but the fashion pack just keeps going and going, so we made the three obligatory stops last night and this is what we saw:

— At Derek Lam’s store opening, curved glass walls separate different sections of the store - think shoes from bags from dresses from coats - and totally distort your vision, but look amazingly cool.

— Every editor was there - Anne S., Robbie M., even Anna - though we didn’t read NYMag’s Rihanna tweet until after our cab made it above Houston. Too bad, we would have greatly appreciated seeing RiRi’s new blonde highlights in person.