Not to turn Fashionista into a sad place, but another style icon did pass away yesterday and we should give her some props, too.

Farrah Fawcett was definitely one of the greatest beauty icons of all time. Really, who didn’t want to look like that lady at some point in life? Especially in the red Norma Kamali bathing suit, with perfectly tousled and feathered hair.

As much as Michael Jackson represented the 80s, Farrah was the 70s.

As a former beauty editor, I can’t even count the number of times that I referenced “The Farrah” (or the “Jill Munroe” as my Charlie’s Angels-obsessed self preferred) and worked on creating updated versions on set with a hair stylist and a model.

“The Rachel” was nothing in comparison to what this ‘do did to the nation. I’m pretty sure all of my mom’s friends (um, and their daughters) tried to rock it out at some point. And it was 100% percent American, worn by a girl from small town Texas.

Now, we love our Brazilians, eastern Europeans, and Russians as much as any model-philes, but Farrah had that quintessential All-American beauty that we actually don’t see very often on the runways these days.

Perhaps it’s time for a revival. Just a thought.

I had a folder in elementary school with this picture of Michael Jackson on the front. It actually had a cardboard record coming out of the top like a real album cover…and it was my most prized possession.

Of course, I was as obsessed with his music as any girl in the 80s, but I was also incredibly infatuated with the look—the vest, the yellow, the bow tie. And to be frank, I was completely in love with Michael Jackson.

I could go on for a million years about the moments and the memories that his music brings to mind. I will never forget sitting in the family room with my mom and dad, watching the “Thriller” premiere. For any of you too young to remember, this was a serious national event. When MJ’s hair caught on fire on the set of that Pepsi commercial…major disaster! And don’t even get me started on all things related to “Man in the Mirror”.

Rumor has it that Patricia Field might part ways with the Sex and the City sequel, over creative differences with Sarah Jessica Parker.

SJP wants Carrie’s wardrobe to be reflective of the recession, which Field is apparently not so into. The flame-haired style maven told Grazia, “I don’t use the recession as a reference for my creativity.”

Whose side are you on?

In these times, we have all had to struggle with balancing our lust for fashion and cautious saving, or just outright lack of funds. And it’s nice that SJP is considering realism. But do we, as viewers, actually want Carrie Bradshaw to cut down on her fabulous and outrageous outfits? Is this one of those times when art doesn’t have to imitate life?

Personally, this strikes us as exactly the right time and place for fashion escapism.

—AMANDA JEAN BOYLE

So this weekend Karl Lagerfeld took a “dig” at Heidi Klum, his second of the year.

In February he said, “Heidi is no runway model. She is simply too heavy and has too big a bust. And she always grins so stupidly. That is not avant-garde - that is commercial!” and now he claims not to know who she is, “I don’t know Heidi Klum. She was never known in France. Claudia Schiffer also doesn’t know who she is.”

First, you can’t break down someone’s body and then say you don’t know they exist. Second, which high fashion designer is more commercial than Karl Lagerfeld? Third, you don’t make money when Claudia Schiffer knows who you are, you make it when Middle America knows your name (though we don’t believe for a second that Schiffer’s never heard of Klum). Fourth, Lagerfeld makes gorgeous, brilliant clothes, but avant-garde at this stage? Non.

Most frustrating of all is the unfortunate truth that models don’t make major money walking Balenciaga or doing editorials for Purple, but from major beauty contracts, from Victoria’s Secret or J.Crew catalogs and eventually, from becoming a brand.

It’s kind of like how designers don’t make money by designing the most extreme avant-garde clothes, like say Gareth Pugh or Olivier Theyskens, but by hooking themselves up to a major brand, like say Fendi or Chanel and putting their name on overpriced teddy bears.

Which design collaboration’s not actually going so smoothly? Major licensing and financial problems mean the summer-turned-fall launch is now looking like late winter. And if that’s not enough drama the designer now “despises” the collaborator.

When we spotted the headline, “Hot Pink? Call It Mangenta” in the Wall Street Journal of all places, we definitely did a doubletake.

And so we read on. Apparently “mangenta” is a new name for fuchsia coined by hotelier Chip Conley. We think he’s mistaken in thinking this makes the color more masculine. Not that we have any sort of problem and with men and pink.

Actually, we rather like it and the fact that shade is popping up everywhere right now. But why not just own it, whether you’re wearing it or using to accent your newest hotel or restaurant?

Honestly we think that renaming a hue is just plain dumb. Even if said shade comes with so-called “psychological baggage” as the article claims.

Honestly, one of the things that we found most revealing from Anna’s long-awaited 60 Minutes interview is that Morley Safer seems to be a bit of a hater.

Not of Anna, per se, but the fashion world in general.

We understand this is not his normal beat. But sit downs with the likes of Nicolas, Karl, and Galliano are not handed out lightly…and should be respected, Mr. Safer.

His voice-overs were way snarky. Deriding Karl for choosing what he called the “Dracula look” this season and stating that Galliano looks like he needs a better tailor!

Morley, what did the fash flock do to make you so surly?

On a separate note, from now on we will rather enjoy thinking of Anna as a doctor doling out stoic medical analysis at 4 Times Square, per Andre’s comparison. Hanging up layouts like x-rays and slicing up stories, hiding all personal emotion from her scared patients, er, editors.

What did you guys think of the piece?

Sophie Dahl, the supermodel made famous by an extremely controversial YSL Opium ad (where she was shot nude, clutching her breasts) is on the verge of becoming the latest celebrity chef.

She’s about to land her own cooking show a la Nigella Lawson thanks to her recent cookbook on the joys of voluptuous cooking.

We admit, we fear a master class in raw carrots and linseed, but will jump for joy over cupcakes and delicious steak.

But here’s our question: Would you follow recipes from someone whose other claim to fame is going from a size 16 to a size 4 in weeks?

—CHARLEY B.

Thanks to Hollywood’s recent penchant for all things fashion - The Devil Wears Prada, Sex and the City, Confessions of a Shopaholic - names like Vivienne Westwood and Anna Wintour have made their way into the general public.

They’re in our tabloids, in Time magazine, on TV - with their own shows! - on 60 Minutes, and in Target gaining celebrity-level attention.

And now, thanks to Kiefer Sutherland’s violent head butting of one of the sweetest men we’ve ever met in fashion, and with the most delicate face to boot, everyone from TMZ to Perez Hilton to Taxi TV is learning how to pronounce Proenza Schouler.

And while the whole thing might be the most tragically ridiculous moment we’ve ever written about, it’s also going to push Jack and Lazaro over the ledge of hip beloved New York designers to international celebrities and that’s just weird.

Do you want to read about people like Chris Benz or the Vena Cava girls in US Weekly? Because we don’t.

—CARSON GRIFFITH

I’ve never understood why people change the way they dress when they’re in a relationship.

After all, you had a personal style when you met said person making him/her well aware of what your usual garb looks like. And guess what? This person found you attractive enough to want to date! So why the major transformations? I’m just not feeling it.

But apparently some people are. Take Kate Hudson, who morphs her style depending on who’s arm she’s on, or girl-next-door Katie Holmes going all Kate Cruise glam-bot. And, of course, don’t forget the boho brunette, John Mayer-dating version of Jessica Simpson.

I guess I just think style should evolve more organically, not based on some other person who may or may not be around in a few months.

Does your choice of clothing change when you’re no longer flying solo? Or should you stay true to your style no matter what your relationship status may be?

— CARSON GRIFFITH

Which designer woke up this morning and promptly bashed Kate’s outfit? He “positively hated” it.

Kate Moss refused to shake which model’s hand in the receiving line last night? Hint, they hail from the same country, have the same hair color and have held the same title - though they’re over ten years apart.

We’ve never given away a Love is Blind post before, but fine, here you go.

Grace Jones is the fashion icon singing at Matthew Williamson’s party with H&M tonight.

Not Debbie Harry.

Not Carla Bruni.

And not Grace Slick, of Jefferson Airplane / Jefferson Starship fame who - confession - we’ve confused with Grace Jones before.

But good luck trying to crash this party - it’s on a boat. In the middle of the Hudson.

And we’re good at finding a lot of things, but a dinghy with a motor that can careen up to the side of Matthew Williamson’s random yacht? That’s a little too Pirates of the Caribbean for us…

Which major rock n’ roll legend - think huge female fashion icon - is rumored to be playing the Matthew Williamson for H&M party next Tuesday? (Yeah, it’s not over yet.)

I live in a model building.

Or at least I call it that - it’s actually just a regular building in the west village in which agencies rent out a few apartments to house models coming and going out of the city.

And living with them, among them, seeing them every single day has really exacerbated my love hate relationship will all things model. For example, I hate being in the elevator with one when I’m eating McDonald’s fries out of the brown paper bag. But I love seeing them in their natural habitat and trying to absorb just an ounce of their off-duty style.

Which brings me to the problem - I can’t master their casual chic look without looking like a bag lady. And I know it’s not because my legs don’t reach my armpits, I’ve seen normal looking girls pull off Kate’s layers and Stam’s slicked back ponytails. My closets packed with scarves, sheer tees, leggings, skinny jeans — all the ingredients! But something’s missing.

Do you have this look down? What am I missing?

—CARSON GRIFFITH

Which two fashion superstars play best friends, work together and even lived together but hate each other so much they arrive separately to events and don’t even call each other by name?

Britt has a pair of extremely holey black jeans and yesterday, a guy on the street told her that his mom could sew up the rips if she was interested.

The other day, my brother asked if my vintage Lagerfeld earrings get satellite reception. Last week, I wore shoulder pads and my friend said I looked like a line-backer.

Everyone has different style - that’s what makes fashion so fun. But sometimes commenting like a bitch - regardless of the good natured joke at the comment’s heart - can leave the trend setter on the defense no matter how confident they might be.

Whether you’ve shelled out major cash for your outfit or scoured vintage stores to build it, if it’s not jeans and a t-shirt and you’ve made an effort to look semi-stylish you’ll probably elicit colorful comments.

For some, like Britt, it’s easy to ignore the haters. (Ed. note: I didn’t take the line as an insult, but maybe I was supposed to?) For others, like me, insulting my Louboutins is like insulting my [future] offspring. You just don’t go there.

Do you have a fall back comeback to insults? Or are you totally immune?

—CARSON GRIFFITH

Spotted: Daria Werbowy at Topshop, now.

Maybe it’s because not long ago this time of year meant spring break, or maybe it’s that Vogue Italia spread we posted yesterday, either way, we’re dying for a vacation.

With a vacation comes outfits and the hotly debated question, “What does one wear on the plane?”

Every magazine in the world’s told us to wear comfy pants, head-to-toe black, boyfriend jeans etc. all covered up with a blanket posed as a scarf, but when we get to the airport we either see sweats or diamonds, with little in between.

Obviously an outfit’s partly determined by the destination, who’s waiting at the gate and probably the class listed on your ticket, but how do you decide what to wear on the runway? If you’re reading this you probably aren’t of the Juicy demographic and you can’t all be toting your magazines in a Birkin.

So, what are you wearing?

—CARSON GRIFFITH

All of my friends are interviewing for jobs.

Ok, not all, but I haven’t had this many friends updating their resumes since my senior year of business school and the only major difference - aside from the economy - is that the what-do-I-wear question’s taken on an entirely different dimension. Now that we’ve been in the working world, mostly creative, we know few situations actually call for a basic black suit.

We want to make a good impression, portray who we are, show the potential employer we’re serious, fun, hard working and perfect in that one outfit.

Sure, every industry and position requires something totally different. When our finance friends ask for advice and we say buy a Westwood jacket and higher Louboutins they contract in horror and when we tell our fashion friends to add a jacket and hide the Marc label they say, “But I work in fashion.”

So while the thought of bombing an interview over a hemline is terrifying, we lack a detailed rule book on just what to wear. How did you decide what to wear on your last interview? And what was it?

—CARSON GRIFFITH