THE WEEK FASHION CAME TO MY HOOD! fri: Skidding down 6th and 42 nd to transfer some sorely needed American currency,we bump into CK Be icon, Stacy MacKenzie now at IM and while in the throes of the mwah-mwah look up to sight Pablo Ravazzani's snapshots from last season's chill session with our beloved Chrystele St Louis Augustin bedecking the front of the CFDA tent.(eeeek!) I guess its time to stop yelling at him for tanking the shot of megababe Alice Dodd in the punk mohawk ("Ah ate dee moo-awk noooo whey") Rush down to Footlocker and sing halleluia at the timely arrival of the Reeboks DMX 2000 which are the kicks of the season boy-eeeeee! Meet lens-terrorist Alvaro Munoz and Jamaican bad boy Dwight at the corner of 7th Ave and 14th for the Art Of Fashion Photography jam hosted by Micheal Williams and Jeffery Jah . The heinous misspellings of half the photographer's names dissuades no-one (s'if NYW should talk!). The proverbial EVERYBODY is theah! A fresh and ravishing (or is that freshly ravished) Claudia Mason, the cosmetically re-vamped Maureen Gallagher, newly buffed make-up bwana Shai Azul, a distracted DJ Timaj and a cast of thousands. Its one of those no oxygen, smoke choked affairs where Everybody is so busy starfucking conversations last the length of Hermine's cameo in that Sprite commercial and nobody's paying any attention whatsoever to the "art " on the wall! ! Flee across the street to the Kenneth Richard: where we catch Ellen Von Unwerth in the elevator . Kenneth's mesmerizing fall 97 visuals are all about a neon cool cyber-chic. By the time its done, its too late to catch the Guggenheim Art/Fashion opening. We decide to re-inforce the shallow clichés of our existence and have dinner at tired ole' Coffee Shop. True to form our host is a pretty boy in a Valentino belt. The 80's are indeed back! Nix the Life after-party. (the Afterlife???)I mean, how much more mileage is Life hoping to get out of Davide Sorrenti's death and what kind of idiot throws a fashion party and fails to recognize Harpar's Bazaar lensdon David Sims at the door. DUH!!!

	sat. What's this--there's a punk rock frisson crackling all over Versace's Versus at the Ace Gallery . Look there's Prince-or rather--The Artist, and his doppleganger s Mayte and look, there in the other corner is that legendary thespian Courtney Love. Steven Miesel 's snaps of her in the new Italian Vogue are collector's items I tell you! Gee, isn't that Will Smith with Jada Pinkett: Hollywood's Quintessential Afro-American Power Couple ! That Leonardo di Caprio sure does love him a fashion show!.It is nice seeing La Diva Campbell out and about, giggling and whispering in that schizophrenic "sweet little girl"mood she occasionally wakes up in. Thank heavens those scar-eee curly extensions from the Paris/Milan shows have been dispensed with. The Italians are the only ones who know how to par-tay these days cuz when Gia locks arm with me so we can do the dinner at West Broadway's Independent I know we're about to have a Fashion Week peak. After dinner she palms me a Twilo after-party pass. This is Gianni working the same strategy he used in Paris after the January 95 Couture where all the girls were shipped to Les Bains wearing the white plastic confections they had closed the show in. Well same effect here but with black and brown dresses. Dance my ass off with Kristen Everybody knows by now about Ms. Surface covergirl and her strip act. (Y'know, asks a Versace bodyguard for a Coke, homeboy says "Get It Yourself!" Miss Kristen unzips her Versace dress, steps out of it throws on her coat and stalks out.). Like I said. Peak! Peak Peak! sun After that Twilo bachnaal all we should do now is repent. God, those Italians are so....polymorphous! mon Meet Alvaro to give him all my day invites now that I have what in Sixth Form was known as an eviscerating hangover. No Yoehlee, no Betsy Johnson no Nicole Miller for moi. Skip the Enrico Coveri thing too! Apparently I miss Ivanka Trump in all her pubescent mini-skirted glory.(Sob!) Had to do the Marc Jacobs however ,especially now its been styled by the almighty Joe McKenna. Gave a most robust Kate my long promised drum n bass demo. She sure is working a very "I Am Woman" visual these days complete with Rock Mama hair, scarf, nails and attitude. And those hips! Wonder what Johnny Depp's been feeding her? Miss Entertainment herself (Kristen)sits on one of those little folding chairs in a micro-mini--legs apart-- sans underwear. Sharon Stone(the actress) would have blushed! The evening ends with Kate perched in Naomi's lap waiting for their respective cars to come sweep em away. Oh, the clothes---hmmm--very ---haute sportswear, sort of Gap Deluxe. At first I'm thinking " How dull," but before the week is through it'll burn in memory as a a super-modern motion...sort of the best Perry Ellis collection that never was.