These braids will KILL at all the holiday parties you're hitting, too.

A major collaboration deserves an equally major celebration.

“I wanted this show to be an homage to the good times I’ve had in London."

Rashida Jones is OK with you wearing eyeglasses, so long as they're prescription.

You may want to bookmark *this* for tomorrow morning. You're welcome :)

Come out and party with the Model Alliance -- and us!

After the passing of a major child model bill in New York State for which it was a huge proponent, the Model Alliance has a lot to celebrate -- and we're partying with them.

Pretty much the entire fashion universe and a good chunk of A-list celebs turned out to support and celebrate Mr. Armani last night at his "One Night Only" even in New York City.

For some, fashion week ended not with a bang, but a pop. Over at Tasting Table, the private dining room and kitchen in West Soho, André Saraiva and Andre Balazs launched a champagne--a collaborative effort with sparkling wine authority Fabien Gay--named Artéis & Co.

Time traveling back to the Roaring Twenties is a helluva lot easier than you'd think. This past weekend, more than 4,500 men, women, and kids did just that at the Jazz Age Lawn Party on New York's Governors Island. And we were there to capture it all.

Amidst the actual circus enviro that was Coach's annual Summer Party on the High Line, we managed to wrangle in model Chrissy Teigen for a few minutes to talk about her Twitter regrets, her elaborately braided 'do, and what it's really like to get interviewed by Oprah.

Summer socializing started off on an 18-story high note this week with the grand opening of Susanne Bartsch’s much anticipated seasonal saturnalia "On Top," at the Top of The Standard Hotel. The event kicked into full tilt right out of the gates, and within minutes of Ms. Bartsch’s arrival, she had mounted the bar and was excoriating the crowd to “WORK!” in her trademark Swiss-inflected English. Her lofty perch also provided an excellent perspective from which to view her star-spangled Blond’s corset, which I came to find was as dangerous as it was beautiful when she dismounted the bar via my shoulders, digging several glittery, brilliant corners of hand-crafted corsetry into the back of my neck. Oh well, it’s not a good party unless you’ve got the scars to prove it...

This weekend I was one of several journalists flown out to cover the 21st annual Life Ball, a massive fundraiser for HIV/AIDS research and awareness held at Vienna's City Hall. The theme was "1001 Arabian Nights" and over 1,500 people turned out for the themed bash. That meant that Barbara Eden, in her full I Dream of Jeannie regalia, was there along with hundreds of dancers who looked like extras from a naughty Vegas revue version of Aladdin and still more revelers who were naked save for some body glitter and lamps covering their crotches (rub here-get it?). To put the whole evening into perspective, Bill Clinton was there for his work with the Clinton Global Initiative and so was a bearded lady named Conchita that the New York Post has since deemed Kim Kardashian with a beard. Here's what went down:

Last night, following the senior's fashion show in the afternoon, Parsons hosted a benefit dinner at Pier 60. The benefit served many purposes: to raise money for Parsons' scholarships, honor Proenza Schouler's Jack McCollough and Lazaro Hernandez and Bonnie Brooks, President of Hudson's Bay Company, showcase the senior class' designs, and announce the Designers of the Year. That's a lot to pack into one evening--and it was a long one!--but considering the benefit raised nearly $1.7 million for scholarships it was completely worth it. We caught up with attendees Prabal Gurung and Proenza Schouler as well as Parsons grad Harim Jung, who took home the womenswear designer of the year awards and the Kering Empowering Imagination Award. Read on.

When Net-a-porter throws a party, it goes all out. Saturday night, NAP's Natalie Massenet, Lucy Yeomans, and Alison Loehnis hosted a pre-Met Ball, pre-Frieze party at Omar's, the as-yet unopnened private supper club on West 9th St. It was billed as a dinner, but quickly devolved into a several-hours-long cocktail hour with Valentino PR honcho Carlos Souza's sons serving as DJs. Everyone was there. Literally everyone. From Inez and Vinoodh to Karolina Kurkova to Olivier Theyskens to Jack McCullough and Lazaro Hernandez to Christopher Kane to Olivier Rousting to Carlyne Cerf de Dudzeele, the guest list was just purely bonkers. You couldn't blink without bumping into someone you felt embarrassed about bumping into. I spent the party trying to get the scoop on attendees Met Ball plans and punk pasts.

We thought Coachella ended Sunday, but at the AnOther Magazine/AnOther Man party at Milk Studios in Los Angeles on Tuesday, we felt like maybe there’s always a little Coachella in LA. Editor-in-Chief Jefferson Hack historically throws edgy, slightly unconventional, star-studded parties to fete his edgy, slightly unconventional, star-studded bi-annual publications. Partnering with Milk Studios co-owner Mazdack Rassi, Hack did not deviate from his fail-safe formula, with stars like Joshua Jackson, Orlando Bloom, Andrej Pejic, Liz Goldwyn, Sky Ferreira, Frankie Rayder, and China Chow packed into Milk’s airy and gorgeous LA digs.

Los Angeles has an awards season, New York has a benefit season, and in Vienna, there is a ball season. I went to one. Here's what it was like.

You've seen all the amazing collections from New York fashion week, but what about what happens after the models and editors and bloggers go home? Welp, here's the thing: They don't go home. They PARTY.

The tented setting at last night's Chanel Art Basel party gave the whole evening a wedding vibe (albeit a very fashionable one)--as did the evening's soundtrack, which tended towards songs like "Son of a Preacher Man," "Satisfaction," and "Shout," and packed the dance floor. Adriana Lima was there, looking as gorgeous as if she'd just stepped off the Victoria's Secret runway. So was Naomi Campbell, and Martha Stewart, and Demi Moore--who looked like she was having a really good time getting cozy with Lenny Kravitz and grooving in her seat in the VIP section. At some point she even found a cat to cuddle, which would obviously enhance anyone's night.

Ah, fashion party food. Anyone who's ever been to a fashion event, or any fancy holiday party for that matter, knows what we're talking about here: The bounds of teensy-tiny, too-adorable-to-not-consume h'ors doeuvres that always seem to be hovering just an arm's length away. Maybe you came right from work and haven't had time to eat a proper dinner. Maybe that model-slash-cater waiter carrying the deviled quail eggs has been giving you the eyes since you first walked in (or... hasn't he?). Whatever the reason, there you are. There they are. You have one choice: To eat, or not to eat. So what'll it be?

The miumiu-london, billed as a "private women's club" at the historic and newly reopened Café Royal, is was the It-club in London. It was only open for three short days--and closed for good yesterday, November 29. We were lucky enough to score an invite.

After 16 years in the biz, Monique Lhuillier opened her first New York flagship on 71st and Madison last night. The designer referred to the boutique as a 'jewel box' to highlight her designs, and the gorgeous Waterford chandeliers and grey suede walls certainly did just that. Housed in a 19th century townhouse, the 3000 square foot, two story space actually feels quite intimate thanks to small rooms and nooks throughout. We caught a quiet moment with Lhuillier, who juggles being a mother and wife with her super successful bridal and mainline collections. And she looks utterly glamorous while she does it.

Yes, the refrain of the evening at last night's over-the-top Margiela for H&M bash was obviously "What's that jacket, Margiela?" For the record, Kanye was wearing Margiela (well, Margiela for H&M anyway) and when we spotted him somewhere around the 7th floor he was all smiles which I take to mean that drunk fashion people (there were many, many well-stocked bars) weren't shouting his own rap lyrics at him. Good job people!