Spring is all about rebirth and growth and yadda yadda: for Manhattan scenesters it's mainly about ending winter hibernation and hitting the social circuit in order to show off the latest looks. This week was chock full of winsome odes to spring in Manhattan: parties to remind New Yorkers that the High Line will soon be in bloom, events that celebrated spring fashion openings and new spring catalogs and parties that got people excited to shed leggings, overcoats and layers of stuffy winter makeup. Here were some of the freshest beauty takes from this week's party scene.

Yesterday at Southby brought sunshine and sound at an accelerated pace. After an annoyingly long bus ride into town, I stopped into Which Wich and saw a girl attempting to call a cab. We realized we were going to the same place, so when a cab failed to materialize, we shared one of those ridiculous bike powered tourist conveyance devices over to the French Legation Museum. Eating a delicious sandwich with the wind in my hair as a sweaty man pedaled me to a resplendent French mansion made me feel like Cleopatra, or at least Liz Lemon's fantasy version of her.

“We're about to live through one of the worst filmmaking decades all over again,” writes Gina Piccalo in The Daily Beast today. That decade – the ‘80s – is back in full force with a flood of remakes (Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps, Clash of the Titans, Tron Legacy, The Karate Kid, A Nightmare on Elm Street, Predators, and Red Dawn, among others) and “brand-new films with plots so stale they feel as if they've been unearthed from some jaundiced Reagan-era slush pile.” (Piccalo mentions The Bounty Hunter, Did You Hear About the Morgans? and Cop Out as prime examples).

Downtown prepster mainstay Steven Alan is expanding its empire. In addition to the quintessential collared shirt and various other straightforward wardrobe staples, Steven Alan will soon be home to handbags. The retailer, which has outposts in NYC and California, is launching a capsule handbag collection come fall. The totes will be available in six different styles, all of which boast a distinctly equestrian vibe. "Classic shapes, such as hobos, satchels and shoulder bags, all feature bridled leather and brass hardware," says Women's Wear Daily.

The end of the world is looming in the distant future. No, it’s not the apocalypse we’re referring to… it's Sarah Palin making her way to reality TV and demanding $1 million+ per episode. Sarah Palin will soon be a must-see train wreck on cable. Sarah Palin will have her opinion voiced on television. Before long, viewers will be quoting “Palinisms” around the office water cooler. Sure, sure, it's not so severe, since Palin’s been pitching a project called Sarah Palin's Alaska, which is obviously worth a cool mil per viewing. If this doesn't pan out for the former Alaskan Governor, here are some concepts for current and resurrected reality gems that Mme. Palin should take into consideration, after the jump.

Beware of the Jersey Shore endorsements. On the tail end of announcements that JWoWW will debut her very own clothing line--barely-there tops for ladies and a little something for guys too to be included--word has it she's the new face for a cosmetics line. "J-Woww, the attitude-slinging, fake boob-having member of the cast of MTV's Jersey Shore, hosted a little party for a new line of cosmetic creams from Dr. Stephen T. Greenberg, a line awkwardly named 'Cosmetic Surgeon in a Jar'," says Racked.

It was only a matter of time. Lady Gaga is being sued – and not for small change. Producer and ex-boyfriend Rob Fusari has slapped Gaga with a $30 million lawsuit, claiming he rescued the singer from “guidette” obscurity and helped shape her into the dance beat, post-pop master she is today. He co-wrote hits “Paparazzi” and “Disco Heaven,” claims to have given Gaga her name ["One day when Fusari addressed a cell phone text to Germanotta under the moniker 'Radio Gaga' his cell phone's spell check converted 'Radio' to 'Lady'," the suit says. "Germanotta loved it and 'Lady Gaga' was born."], and credits himself with getting her the industry’s most elusive and well-lusted after prize – a major label record deal.

When it rains it pours. Such is the case for photographer Terry Richardson. The perpetually flannel-clad provocateur was first confronted with allegations of skeevy misconduct while on set last week by Danish supermodel Rie Rasmussen. After running into Richardson in Paris and accusing him of sexual harassment, the story was picked up by numerous outlets. Then BlackBook contributor Jamie Peck leveled similar complaints (specifics included a hand job, talk of tampons and Richardson asking Peck to call him 'Uncle Terry'). Jezebel subsequently asked its audience for similar stories in hopes of getting a more substantive sense of just how far Richardson has taken sexual harassment in the past. The responses haven't been flattering.

Earlier this week Kristen Stewart and Dakota Fanning, the stars of the Joan Jett-Cherie Currie biopic The Runaways, sat down with a room full of journalists to talk about the film. Here are the best parts of the round table discussion.

OMG. Oscar Wilde once said “I am not young enough to know everything.” When you get down to it, I’m an internet dinosaur. Although I'm fairly aware of some things, I'm absolutely unaware of others. The gossip stuff always confuses me. I have no idea who anyone is. Take Tinsley Mortimer. Please. That’s an old Henny Youngman joke (but you youngins don’t know who that is). When I want to know who a Tinsley Mortimer is--or an Ed Westwick or a Devorah Rose-- I call up my BFF (that's an abbreviation, right?) Brittany Mendenhall to find out. She knows all that stuff and writes about it in her blog Chichi212. Sometimes Rachelle Hruska will invite me to have cocktails with dozens of people who I’ve never heard of, but must be very important because she writes about them in her blog, Guest of a Guest. I love Rachelle and have always supported her. Christopher Koulouris has his blog, which I guess deals with Scallywags (Brittany told me all about it). His Facebook profile describes him as Chief Editor and Cultural Correspondent for the eponymous "Scallywag & Vagabond." He has a great mustache and sent me this Facebook message: