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TWENTY8TWAT | SIENNA & SAVANNAH'S LINE DEBUTS

-Sienna skank Miller and her designer sister, Savannah, debuted their new clothing line Twenty8Twelve atop the Gramercy Park hotel Thursday night. The line, named for Sienna's birthday - not that she's self-involved or anything - consists of 80 pieces and was pretentiously titled "An Anthology of Rebellion." The sisters wore unspectacular pieces from the collection to the soiree. Ubiquitous party-girl, Agyness Deyn (right), attended looking impossibly cool and gorgeous in a white, vintage, fringy flapper dress toughened up with black boots. Unlike her sibling, Savannah possesses true fashion cred being a graduate of Central Saint Martin's and having worked for Alexander McQueen. See more here.

-I don't know if you've noticed, but I don't really care for Sienna. What with her fucking anybody she thinks will boost her "acting" career and her annoying boho-shit style. So needless to say, I was amused by this tidbit from Vogue UK claiming that Sienna will be co-starring in an upcoming production of A Woman Of No Importance along with Jessica Biel. According to a source the Kate/Edie wannabe is feeling rather insecure. "Sienna is worried because Jessica is so stunning and in the past has been voted the sexiest woman alive... Sienna has been asking guys whether they think Jessica has the looks edge over her." Cause you know, it's not like she's self-involved or anything... Read here (scroll down).

-And big news for the lil' man was announced today. Prada is selling 100% of Azzedine Alaia's company back to him. Alaia's skin-tight, strappy, bandage dresses have been incredibly influential and popular the past couple of seasons and according to WWD, the brand "posted sales growth of about 30 percent" or about $16.63 million this past year. The Prada Group will continue to produce his footwear and leather goods. Yay Alaia! Read here.

MUSIC NEWS

-Marc Jacobs has reportedly recruited the bald, scrawny and pasty Michael Stipe as the latest celeb to feature in an ad campaign. I'm sorry, seeing this photo of Stipe does not compel me to run up to Bleecker Street and buy Marc. Ew. I just threw up a little...

-Also, this story of a catty/bitchy Jacobs constantly talking smack about John Galliano makes me like him a little less. First the MySpace page and now this? What, are you still in high school, Marc? Read here.

-Poor Beth Ditto won't be a high street fashion designer like her bffs, Kate Moss and Giles Deacon afterall. New Look has denied that the singer will be designing a plus-size line for them. I guess the company decided that jumbo-sized, sateen, leopard-print pillow cases with head and arm holes cut out just aren't marketable for them. Awww, bummer! Story here.

-So is it me or has Beth become a big star-fucker? I mean, check her out here mugging on the cover(s) of URB with the biggest and ugliest star-fucker of them all! Ew. I just threw up again...

-I couldn't drag my lazy ass out to Williamsburg last night to see M.I.A. perform at Studio B, but according to Style.com, Ms. Maya Arulpragasam had some spiffy concert t-shirts for sale featuring the singer in a silver silkscreened print on a purple American Apparel tee. More here (scroll down).

-A hand-made kilt fashioned with the official White Stripes tartan?! Best concert merch eva! Read here.

THE STYLE COUNCIL

I wanna drink Stella with Paul Weller (and Grahammy) on a beach...

Just a little eye-candy for your lazy, summer Friday afternoon.  Recent collaborators, Paul Weller and Graham Coxon, as shot by Lawrence Watson for the July 7th issue of NME.  I love the expressions on the musicians faces.  It seems as if Coxon is laughing uncontrollably at Weller's mammoth Prada man-bag, while Weller appears to be miffed and mumbling, "I don't give a toss!  I'm Paul Weller, bitch!"  Loves it!

CRIMES OF FASHION

-So...many...colors! We adore you, Aggy, but what the fuck is this get-up (right)? I'm going to blame Henry Holland, who is lurking in the background, of course (if there's an It girl around, he's never far behind), for this. And what's up with your foot, girlfriend?

-Speaking of toxic (ha, get it?) colors, check out Britney's bra/bikini top. Oy! Cover it up, sista!

-Then again, Brit's not looking any better fully clothed.

-I can see prison totally rehabilitated Paris Hilton... If you want to look like a trannie hooker, Paris, fine. But don't get your poor yorkie involved, okay? Click here.

-Tara Reid is still a trainwreck. And apparently her boobs were in a trainwreck! See here.

-Damn, Sienna! Do the brows match the bush? And I thought she was a natural blonde... Go here.

-Oh, Courtney. Not even the biggest sunglasses in the world would hide your botched collagen job. And to think she has to wake up to this puss every morning...

FASHION FAVES | ISABELLA AND IRINA

-New York Magazine's Amy Larocca wrote a great profile on the late Isabella Blow.  The fashion world still can't seem to get over the untimely (though not entirely unexpected) passing of the unique muse and visionary.  I've only gotten through half the article so far, but it's pretty interesting and has some good pics (like the one at the right of Blow and Alexander McQueen).  It reveals how loved Issie was by many and gives us a clearer idea of her husband, Detmar. It also shows how absolutely shallow and stupid some fashion "insiders" really are.  For example, Plum Sykes' comment about the often discussed story of how Blow discovered model Sophie Dahl after seeing her sobbing on a street corner - "We all just thought she was a fat teenager."  Yeah, and we all just think you're an airhead twat, you dim prune!

Also telling is an unidentified fashion "friend" who responded to one of Blow's many suicide threats with, "Look, Issie, if you really mean to kill yourself, there’s a pool out back, go drown!”  Real nice, asshole!  Read the full article here.

-And Style.com has a quick Q&A with an up-and-coming, already-much-loved fashion icon, Irina Lazareanu.  See here (scroll down to about the eighth item).

DESIGNER COLLABORATIONS | ON OR OFF TARGET?

-I am so underwhelmed by Libertine's collection for Target.  Lily Pulitzer-like pieces + tired skulls + lazy shapes = no fucking thanks!  I'm sure we'll be seeing lots of these pieces on the clearance racks.  See for yourself here.

-The Devi Kroell faux snakeskin bags for Target, on the other hand, look pretty good online.  I may have to take a look-see in person to see if I should pick up a gold hobo (right) and/or anthracite tote for bumming around.  See here.

--The fab Style Bubble reports that Henry Holland has collaborated with UK shoe company, Kickers, on a series of more t-shirts with silly slogans along with some ghastly looking footwear.  Go here.  Methinks Mr. Holland and his "house" have seen their 15 minutes of fashion fame and need to retreat back into their neon hued K-hole.  Ripping off Katharine Hamnett's famous political tees and clinging onto British "It" girls seem to be Holland's primary talents.

THE SIMPSONS DO PARIS

The marketing/pr team handling The Simpsons movie is working some serious overtime (almost as much as Posh and Beck's people!).  Not only did they have a contest to select which city of Springfield would host the premiere of the movie (Vermont won the honour), and provide the ultimate time-waster - "Create Your Own Simpsons" character on simpsonsmovie.com (I've made every coworker in my office into a Springfieldian!), they also got the spazzes at Bazaar on board the hype-machine for a hilarious spread. 

Julius Preite illustrated the Simpson family experiencing Paris Fashion Week accompanied by an animated Linda Evangelista.  The spread features the family in terrific scenes like Marge and Linda decked out in Versace alongside Donatella; Marge and Linda modelling Chanel couture for Karl Lagerfeld and Homer dressed like Karl (above); little, preachy, self-righteous Lisa trying on Lanvin whilst Alber Elbaz inspects her plastic, white pearls; a hilarious pic of Marge's sisters, Patty and Selma, wearing Viktor & Rolf's "scaffolding" dresses; Linda and Marge walking arm in arm with Jean Paul Gaultier whilst toting wee Maggie in a Birkin bag; and finally the family sitting in the front row as Marc Jacobs takes his bow at a Louis Vuitton show.  Brilliant!  Fashionista scanned all the pages from the August issue.  See here.

CRIMES OF FASHION

Andre Leon Talley is championing the male muumuu for some god-forsaken reason. At Valentino's recent 45th anniversary celebrations in Rome, Talley wore not one, but TWO of these unbecoming eyesores. Does Anna Wintour know that her editor-at-large is parading around looking very large but not at all in charge in acres of hideously patterned fabrics? I'm pretty sure Wintour would bust a nut if she saw Talley in these Maude-like get-ups. Is he trying to make an anti-fashion statement? Or has motherfucker just gone blind?

Look, Andre, you've got dozens of designers desperate for exposure at your disposal. I'm sure they'd be more than happy to stitch up a lovely bespoke suit or whip up some dapper duds for your six foot seven frame if you asked. You gots to stop wearing these kaftans! You look ginormous and just plain ridiculous... and like you've said, "Miss Anna don't like fat people." See more here.

YVES SAINT LAURENT | "NOT DOING WELL"

Send positive vibes out to Yves Saint Laurent, who is in hospital in Paris for respiratory problems. Former long-time life partner and even-longer-time business partner, Pierre Berge, stated that Laurent was "not doing well" and was also "finding it difficult to walk." The 70-year-old designer (he'll turn 71 August 1st) has experienced various health issues since his retirement in 2002, and has battled depression for much of his life.

It's reported that Laurent will be released from the American Hospital in Paris in a couple of days. Berge will take him directly to their beloved Morocco to rest and recover. Please get well soon, Yves! Story here.

The photo to the right was taken in 1971 and is featured in the fantastic bio The Beautiful Fall by Alicia Drake.

PILLAGING AND BOOZING | THAT'S SO JANE!

Unless you've been living under a rock with no WiFi access for the past 32 hours, you've no doubt heard that Conde Nasty folded Jane yesterday. While I've never been a fan of Jane or it's previous incarnation, Sassy (they were both so desperate to be cool and edgy - and were neither), I do feel badly for all the employees who are now unemployed. Being so totally "Jane," the staffers left Conde Nast in style.

After being told in a two hour meeting that the magazine was no more, everybody bolted from the conference room and went racing down the halls to raid the fashion closets. Eventually a security guard had to be posted by the closets to prevent further pilfering. More here. After leaving the office for the last time with their ill-gotten goods, the crew met up at East Village dive bar, Lakeside Lounge, to drink their woes away and presumably have the biggest bitch fest ever! Read here. Can't say I blame them.

Jane's founder,Jane Pratt, had this to say about the demise of the mag...

"It's an interesting and sad day. The general idea of me leaving and bringing a fresh team in was simply not executed successfully. I would have loved to have stayed on and helped select a new staff that could further the basic vision of the magazine... Creating Jane was fantastic, and I had a magical team of people with me... We even had fun at 3 a.m. eating takeout and writing cover lines! You can see what happens when I leave."

Cunty arrogance - that's so Jane! See here (scroll down).