The lingo of fashion is hard to master, especially when it comes to oxymorons.

There’s “low high heel,” “jolie laide,” and “alligator skin” (uh, hello, they’re not warm blooded and therefore have no skin…). And now there’s one more: “Daily Weekly.”

It’s the new branch of Fashion Week Daily, the IMG publication with the website, the Fashion Week magazines, and now, a weekly newsletter (on paper!) chronicling the last seven days of style.

So now the logistics:

Having a daily website and a weekly magazine works really well for New York and NME, but they have too much content. Can The Daily create a fashion feast for both the internet and a new glossy? And - more fun to think about - who will be added to the masthead to help churn out the chic?

Stay tuned, this should be a fun one.

This morning, among emails from people we actually know, our inbox was filled with notes from Abercrombie & Fitch, Barneys, Bergdorf, Michael Kors, Neiman Marcus, Tiffany & Co., and Pottery Barn - and it’s only 9:00.

Is it just us, or do you delete these immediately and move on? We could just click ‘unsubscribe’ at the bottom of each one, but we let them keep coming with the hope of learning something earth-shattering.

We do occasionally find a golden nugget of goodness in the subject line - free shipping on whatever or amazing new shoes with our name on them. But usually it’s things that we couldn’t care less about like post-collegiate Abercrombie sweatshirts or floral frilly bikinis from Urban Outfitters - all because we bought a t-shirt from them five years ago.

So to those responsible for mass emailing, may we suggest asking our product preferences? Something as simple as are you a boy or a girl? And perhaps a comments section in which we can give a thumbs up or down?

We understand the rationale behind bombarding us with information to see what sticks, but it’s getting ridiculous. We read Net-a-Porter’s Wednesday emails religiously, and look forward to Colette’s monthly newsletters because their content’s worth reading.

If you really need to reach us everyday, why don’t you start a blog?

—BRETT KANE

Here’s a fun rumor coming in from London:

Luella the movie already exists, but now Luella Bartley is making some sort of magazine.

The coolest designer we know is casting Bright Young Things in downtown New York for various editorial photo shoots, to be done on location at rich kids’ Manhattan apartments.

A former Teen Vogue employee is styling, and that’s really all we know, because London is five hours ahead of us and they haven’t emailed us back yet.

But as long as we’re on the subject:

Jourdan Dunn on the cover!!! Please?

It is with excitement and delight that we report the following news:

18-year-old Ali Michael is the new face of Coach.

The Texan shot their Fall ‘09 campaign last week, with a salary reported at around $50,000 for a day’s worth of work.

That’s about 150 Coach bags, or like 1500 if you buy them on Canal Street (but obviously, you shouldn’t do that).

Ali follows Lisa Cant, Caroline Winberg, and Mandy Moore as previous faces of Coach.

But… you know… much, much cooler.

For those who doubt Topshop is serious about coming to America, listen to this:

We hear the mega brand is scouting a few American designers to head up a small satellite “studio” for Topshop in New York.

The designers are young, cool, and totally unknown, and after a two week initiation in London that begins during LFW, they’ll come back to America and start doing their thing.

But hopefully, that won’t preclude the British designs from coming over to Manhattan’s only Topshop - obviously, that’s part of the appeal!

WHICH indie designer darling may not have a full collection this season because his drug habit’s in the way? Maybe that explains last season’s underwhelming runway.

Remember last month, when Agyness Deyn “starred” in a short video for The New York Times as a drugged-out goddess of love? Turns out it was the beginning of a trend.

This weekend, the Times posted their second video on T Magazine’s manically excellent website, and guess who was in it?

The original LC, Lily Cole.

She’s appearing as a little sister in the family drama T Takes, which also stars Kate Mara and Charlie Cox. The series is directed by Brody Baker, who has no IMDB profile but does appear on Supreme’s model blog for throwing Josh Hartnett a birthday party.

You can see the series trailer here, and Lily says eight words in it.

A year ago, you had to quietly map the Marc Jacobs sale in your head:

“Okay, the store merchandise hits at this date, so let’s give it six weeks, then call to see about discounts” was the general logic.

You could also bribe a salesboy to call you exactly when the sale started or, more easily, befriend a fashion editor or become a fashion editor so you’d get the coveted email from the MJ PR team, telling you to go shopping. We’d be lying if we didn’t admit, a little bit, that this is exactly why we went into fashion in the first place. But anyway.

Today on Mercer Street, that old system shattered, replaced by something newer:

A giant sign that says “70% Off.”

And a grateful nation thanks you, Marc Jacobs.

There’s been a lot of “What’s going on?” with Heatherette this year, but we procured the full story from Richie Rich himself at the Screaming Mimi’s dinner last night in Chinatown. Here’s the deal:

The Weisfeld Group, which bought Heatherette for $6 million in 2005, declined to renew Richie and Traver’s contract at the end of their three year tenure. The company - which also owns Fubu - then claimed ownership of Richie and Traver’s names, leading to a state Supreme Court hearing earlier this Fall.

“That’s the real reason we couldn’t launch Celebutante,” says Richie, “Because it was Celebutante by Richie Rich, and the Weisfeld Group wanted to block that.”

Thankfully, Richie won the hearing, and his name will go on a new line of dresses - just called “Richie Rich” - sometime in 2009.

Stay tuned, little glitter junkies…

So yes, Lara Stone will have an entire issue of French Vogue just for her.

But unlike Kate Moss’ “guest edit” stint from ‘06, she won’t have any creative control over the magazine - no styling, no writing, just 100+ pages of Lara rocking out.

When we asked someone at French Vogue why, she just said, “Have you ever met Lara Stone? If you met her, you would know. She’s an amazing person.”

Well okay, then.

We’re not gonna argue with the shooting star of a girl whose hips and breasts are - dare we say it - normal, and if she’s cool as hell?

Even better.

Lara, good luck on your journey.