Lindsay Lohan to D.J. Naomi Campbell’s 38th-Birthday PartyDomenico Dolce and Stefano Gabbana will throw Naomi Campbell’s 38th-birthday party in Cannes, luxury companies like Dior have shady manufacturing practices, and Bill Blass might be sold soon.
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Vanessa Paradis Nabs Miu Miu; ‘Stylista’ Anticipation BeginsVanessa Paradis will replace Kirsten Dunst as the face of Miu Miu; ‘America’s Next Top Model’ lands another season, as the lead in to the CW’s new fashion-assistant reality show; and Jessica Stam explains the whole D.J. thing.
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Lydia Hearst for ‘Gossip Girl’; Feed Bags ProliferateLydia Hearst will have a minor role as some sort of bad girl on ‘Gossip Girl,’ Lauren Bush’s Feed Bags will hit Whole Foods stores worldwide, and how the Pope screwed over Lacoste.
Beauty Marks: Lydia Hearst Looks Like Escada SmellsSKIN
• Model-socialite Lydia Hearst signs as the new face for Escada fragrances. [Fashionista]
• Thyme’s Red Cherie Collection offers pomegranate with ripe red cherries, passion flower, and jasmine bubble baths. [Face Candy]
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Celebs in Danger: Models With Guns at Rock & RepublicIt’s a bad sign that the first thing we wondered while trying to make our way into the Rock & Republic show tonight was, “Is this the new Heatherette?” The answer is not quite, if only because the show didn’t feature the campy deliciousness of assless pants.
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Marc Anthony Is Undead; Harvey Weinstein Is Unknown
The big questions on our lips before Jennifer Lopez’s JustSweet show: Would any big names make it across town after Zac Posen? Would Posh Spice come out to support the good friend of her pal Tom Cruise? And, most important, would Marc Anthony look as undead in person?
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Donna Martin Graduates, Goes to Betsey JohnsonConsidering we’re such die-hard Beverly Hills, 90210 lovers, it was almost too perfect that the marquee guest at Betsey Johnson’s prom-themed fashion show was none other than Tori Spelling herself, (in)famous for the time her alter-ego Donna Martin almost didn’t graduate because she got drunk on champers at prom.
Party Preview: The Week’s Best BashesForget about the clothes, it’s the parties! There are too many to fêtes to mention all of them, but here are five you don’t want to miss. Don’t have an invite? New York’s Jada Yuan and the Fug Girls will be there to report back on the glamour and the gaffes. Check our continuing party coverage throughout the week for all the photos and gossip.
What: Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week kickoff
Where: The Box, 189 Chrystie St., nr. Stanton St.
When: February 1, 9 p.m.
Who: Mena Suvari, Nick Cannon, Michael C. Hall, and L.A. band Shiny Toy Guns.
Why to go: Patrick Bateman may not be there, but Jessica Stam can still cozy up to Dexter.
What: Vionnet launch
Where: Barneys New York, 660 Madison Ave., at 61st St.
When: February 2, 6 p.m.–8 p.m.
Who: Everyone. Victoria Bartlett, Gilles Bensimon, Valerie Steele, Phillip Lim, Olivia Chantecaille, Meredith Melling Burke, Padma Lakshmi, Sally Singer, and, of course, Sophia Kokosalaki.
Why to go: To get a first glimpse of the resurrected French label.
What: Rock & Republic after-party
Where: Hiro Ballroom, the Maritime Hotel, 371 W. 16th St., at Ninth Ave.
When: February 2, 10 p.m.
Who: Mark Ronson, designer Mark Ball, and a gaggle of catwalkers. Lady Sovereign will perform at midnight.
Why to go: Promises to be the best concert of the week.
What: Marc Jacobs after-party
Where: The MJ bash is the most sought-after invite. Details are on the deep DL.
When: February 5
Who: The Olsens, the Roitfelds, Jessica Stam and every model worth looking at.
Why to go: If you have to ask, that’s why you’re not there.
What:Heatherette after-party
Where: Roseland Ballroom, 239 W. 52nd St., nr. Broadway
When: February 6, 10:30 p.m.
Who: Lydia Hearst, Tinsley Mortimer, Amanda Lepore, and Paris Hilton.
Why to go: Best place to fly your freak flag.
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Heatherette: A Cracked-Out Homage to Aaron SpellingPicture your high-school production of South Pacific, subtract half the clothes, add some cynical drag queens, and then do three shots of whiskey. Voilà: You have Heatherette’s Tuesday-night show.
