@NoBtotheS

Welcome back to @NoBtotheS‘s series on the suicide inducing habits of people in the fashion industry. (Editor’s note: If you’re not familiar with NoBtotheS, or No Bullshit, s/he is an anonymous fashion publicist working in New York City who’s famed for a hilarious Twitter account.) Blogs. We all know it's a jungle out there--for every 400 delusional frights there is that one diamond in the rough you can't help but refer back to on a daily basis. But first, a quick disclaimer. I give credit to anyone who dedicates the time to put their life and thoughts online via Tumblr, Blogger, Wordpress or whatever platform it may be. But just as cream rises to the top, there are those that get it and those that completely miss the mark, leading to the inevitable bashing of my head against my keyboard. Below, a breakdown of the good, the bad and the very, very ugly.

Media is evolving at the breakneck speed of Twitter and traditional print outlets and new media ones are constantly reorganizing and reshuffling mastheads to ensure that their publications continue to rake in advertisers and stay alive. The world of fashion media is no exception. This year there was so much playing of editorial musical chairs, we devised little flow charts to try to keep it all straight. From Carine Roitfeld's shocking departure from Vogue Paris to the fat-hating Marie Claire blogger who pissed just about everyone off, here are the top ten fashion media stories of the year.

Happy Holidays to you and yours from @NoBtotheS! May this holiday season be spent with the people you actually like, your Blackberry hidden under th

Our mystery columnist and uber Twitterer, @nobtothes, has made another attempt at confusing the fashion crowd. Several fashion journalists and PRs--all active on Twitter--have received holiday cards from the elusive character. The return address on each correspondence is different, but all direct us to luxury storefronts. One return address says Burberry, another Cartier, another Hermes...mysterious! Seems like s/he isn't giving up on anonymity any time soon!

Welcome back to @NoBtotheS‘s series on the suicide inducing habits of people in the fashion industry. (Editor’s note: If you’re not familiar with NoBtotheS, or No Bullshit, s/he is an anonymous fashion publicist working in New York City who’s famed for a hilarious Twitter account.) This post is dedicated to the PRs who I call my friends, in the most sincere way. We shop, eat, drink, laugh, cry, and bitch together. This is for you- you know EXACTLY what I'm talking about. 1. Nonsensical RSVPs: Why am I receiving emails from your coordinator, RSVPing on your behalf to my agency's event? You aren't friends with the designer (or ME for that matter) so don't be surprised if you get an email back from MY assistant beginning with "Due to the high volume of RSVPs and limited space..." 2. "Celebrity" PRs: Not to be confused with PRs who represent A-listers. I'm talking about PRs who mistake THEMSELVES for bold names. No one cares about you (ever) and demanding press mentions from your directors is desperate and needy. It's just not a good look.

Welcome back to @NoBtotheS‘s series on the suicide inducing habits of people in the fashion industry. (Editor’s note: If you’re not familiar with NoBtotheS, or No Bullshit, s/he is an anonymous fashion publicist working in New York City who’s famed for a hilarious Twitter account.) Last week, No Bullshit took on Fashion Editors. This week, it's PR clients, aka designers. 1. Oh- I didn’t realize you are a designer AND a publicist, too! We should both stick to what we do best; you design and I’ll handle the press. Accepting press opportunities before first discussing them with ME is just foolish! I am here, day in and day out, keeping your best interest at heart and one misguided placement could derail a year’s worth of strategic planning. Also, you’re giving me an ulcer. 2. Mistaking your publicist for personal assistant: Look, I didn't slave my way to the position I'm in to be reduced to your PA. I work with editors on the top half of the masthead so I can get the press you want....DO NOT waste my time with pleas for dinner ressies at The Lion or Waverly Inn...get your 22 year old assistant to do that.