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    Fug Girls Distracted by Amy Lee’s HairAt Anna Sui, the rocker’s bizarre hairdo stole the show.
    By The Fug Girls
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    At Y-3, Vincent Gallo Explains His Attraction to the Palin Daughters“If Palin was a left-wing whore, it would be fine that she had kids and a job. Because she’s a good American and a fine, respectable woman, it has somehow infuriated the Socialist media.”
    By Bennett Marcus
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    Fug Girls Contemplate Telling Amanda Hearst That Her Hanger Strap Is ExposedThe Girlfriend Code says you tell someone when her dress is messed — but what if that someone is famous?
    By The Fug Girls
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    The Fug Girls Present Their Biannual Fashion Week Awards for the Fourth TimeJust when we thought Fashion Week held no more surprises, we discovered that, as usual, we were wrong. After all, if sharing air space with K-Fed, J.Lo, and Liza Minnelli (L.Mi?) wasn’t enough to shake us out of our jaded, hard-hearted cynicism for a moment, nothing is. And though the last eight days were often exhausting and occasionally eye-crossing, they were also, as ever, tremendously fun. Here are a few highlights:
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    Cory, Cobrasnake, and Gallo Do Whatever It Is They DoIn Monday’s issue of New York, there’s not one, but TWO hipper-than-thou Fashion Week items for your pleasure.
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    Little Girl Is Mean to Vincent Gallo at Anna SuiListen, we know we’ve said a lot about Vincent Gallo that has been, shall we say, unflattering. But we can’t help that we noticed this: At Anna Sui’s show in the tents Wednesday afternoon, Gallo sat next to a little girl who spent most of the show leaning away from him and at one point held her invitation up between them. However, and here’s the shocker, we felt bad seeing that.
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    Ellen Pompeo Actually Not Unpleasant at Y-3Early buzz had it that the Y-3 show would take place on ice, and in true Carrie Bradshaw fashion, we had to wonder: Is the company trying to kill its models?
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    Vincent Gallo Wants You Out of Those JeansWe’ve been spotting Vincent Gallo all over the place — that is, when we can see past the facial hair — and our curiosity finally got the better of us. Why has he been going to so many shows? Does he really know anything about fashion? Would he even deign to talk to us?
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    Marc Jacobs After-party Unlike Any That Has Come BeforeThe extreme lateness of the Marc Jacobs show made for perhaps the least star-studded after-party we’ve ever seen the designer give.
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    Video: Vincent Gallo and Andrew Andrew Swoon Over Male Models, Damien Hirst JeansThe crowd at the Warhol Factor X Levi’s X Damien Hirst show — or, more simply, “that Damien Hirst Levi’s thing” — at Gagosian Gallery last night was a study in twins.
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    Samuel L. Jackson at a Motherfugging Y-3 ShowThematically, the Y-3 show was all about the downpour: Fake thunder rolled, minions turned a hose on the runway to create puddles, and simulated rain poured outside and down the walls of the artsy Chelsea space. Unfortunately, this cleansing drizzle didn’t reach the ratty head of actor Vincent Gallo, who sat front row in his personal grease puddle. At first Gallo just stared menacingly into middle distance, scratching his matted beard, seemingly in the midst of plotting the best way to rip off someone’s extremities with his teeth. But then Gallo turned cheerful, and we soon saw why: A wee Lord & Taylor bag — clearly swag from another show — dangled from his claws. Obviously, the sweet fumes of a department-store gift card were lifting his dour mood. We’re sure he was positively dizzy with the prospect of going necktie shopping.
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    Marc Jacobs: Totally Worth the WaitWaiting to get into the Marc Jacobs show at the Armory tonight was like lining up for the new Star Wars, except with fashionistas instead of geeks. But the wait — and the attendant fear that we were all about to be killed in the unholy, disorganized crush of humanity — was worth it, because this was the premiere celeb spotting event of our lives.