Originally published on Wednesday, 25th February 2009

Gossip: Tuesday

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Tuesday, 24th February

Overheard:

Pros, Clearly
UJ Style Editor at the On/Off Exhibition: Ah, Jasper Garvida's collection – he's the cute Canadian who won Project Runway.
UJ Editor in Chief hisses: Yes, and he's standing right there.
Jasper's Assistant: Er, and it was "Project Catwalk" actually.

Lost In Translation
Greek Vogue guest gets her allegories wrong: Oh she was much more beautiful then, when she had luscious blonde hair. Not like all these American Spring Beans now…

Burnt Out
Exhausted fashionista: Enough clothes. Enough fashion. Seriously, I'm not gonna be able to go to Selfridges or Topshop for like, a week.

Brand Wh*re?
An extremely important-looking woman, declaring loudly in the press lounge: I only ever drink Evian.

Fashion Tracks?
Expectant show-goer during Future Classics' extended intro music: Christ, I'm having a bit of a moment here. Who plays Kate Bush at a fashion show? I'm actually feeling weepy. Is this what's meant to happen?

IQ'd
One "intelligent" journalist to another, comparing the different fashion weeks: New York is the same, but Paris is just so different. It's so very, very… let's say Parisian.

Name Checking
The controller at South Ken tube, announcing: Chanel handbags in ladies, doors are closing.

VVIP?
Security guard as Peaches Geldoff comes near him at the BFC tent: We must cordon of this area immediately.

Around Town:

UJ Absolutely Loves…
Anna Piaggi – the iconic Italian Vogue fashion writer. Will you just check out this photo!

Any Body Will Do
Apparently a certain major fashion house was having trouble getting bums on seats at their show, so resorted to practically pulling people off the street and sitting them in the front row. Fashion for the masses, eh? How very progressive.

Of War and Peace
If you thought it was all about Katie Grand's LOVE magazine, you were wrong. Well, okay, you were kind of mostly right. But we've discovered a fabulous new publication on the block. WAR has been circulating amongst the fashion pack as free copies getting handed out on the street … and we have to say, we like it. Witty reportage from the couture frontline and an ethos which claims war as a state of activity, rather than a flippant allusion to violence, has us thoroughly wrapped up.

S.A.D.
Loving The Daily's theory on fashion S.A.D. syndrome: getting all dressed up for fashion week in your finest, weirdest, most fabulous garb, surrounding yourself with equally savvy, weird, fabulous people, and then stepping out into the half terms scrum and feeling like a twat. So true.

Hung Up On You
One model seemed to take the allegory 'human coathanger' a little too literally at MoMo, with a super cute coathanger tattoo on the back of her neck. A witty model – how refreshing.

New York I Love You, But You're Bringing Me Down…
Word from a disillusioned show goer back from New York: austere is the watchword of the day, from atmosphere to collection to parties to goody bags. Glum, glum, glum. Sigh...

Guess Who…
Which celeb-u-spawn model got a little, let's say, light-headed and equally light-fingered at the Science Museum, and was busted by CCTV nicking building security tags whilst under the influence…?

Built To Last
Mary Katrantzou's backstage hands were in for a bit of a shock yesterday morning as the entire divide between catwalk and backstage came tumbling down, leaving the inner workings quite exposed. Oops.

A Chance Encounter
Leave it to the ever charismatic Lee Lapthorne to go about meeting idol Pam Hogg in a most direct fashion. Whilst helping out backstage by tying models laces, he inadvertantly found himself lacing in Miz Hogg herself, before pushing her over and accidentally introducing himself to her crotch. Made an impression anyway.

Spotted

Erin O'Connor and Tess Daly front row at Ashley Isham. And who says pregnancy is any obstacle to a navy bandage dress?

Word Of The Week:

"Major!" Ok so it's not new, but it is everywhere right now. And seeing as we can't singlehandedly introduce Rachel Zoe's exclamatory "I Die!" and "Bananas!" without potentially running into some fruit copyright infringements (stupid woman), we're sticking with an oldie, but a major goodie.