● Lindsay Lohan is reportedly failing her court-mandated alcohol education; the course alerted the court she's violating the terms of class. Maybe they saw those photos of her drinking in Paris? [TMZ]
● Paris Hilton’s line of sparkling wine, served in a classy tin can, has bombed, not winning favor with foodies or, really, anyone. [TheSun]
● Blake Lively has revealed she was banned from Disneyland when she was six after trying to con her way into the magical kingdom. [Showbizspy]

Refinery 29 makes note today of a trend that swept New York Fashion Week runways: extreme cleavage. From Vena Cava and Altuzarra, to Badgley Mischka, Charlotte Ronson, and Cushnie et Ochs, low-plunging necklines were everywhere you looked. And the look hasn't just been popping up on catwalks. Keri Wilson showed off serious cleavage at MTV's recent Video Awards show in NYC. And L'Uomo Vogue editor Giovanna Battaglia was spotted doing the same at a NYFW exhibition party for Richard Hambleton (which was curated by fellow editrix Carine Roitfeld's son, Vladimir).

Whether you watched last night's Emmys on a dusty television set or on a shady internet stream prone to buffering and choppy playback (21st century chic, wave of the future, etc.), you probably noticed that TV's landmark three hour salute to TV seemed perkier than years past. And while a number of harsh elements threatened to barrel us to boredom -- like the dual monotone of Jennifer Love Hewitt and Patricia Arquette ("LOL! We both play mediums!" cried JLoHew as we eyed that Ambien hungrily) and Jeff Probst's acceptance speech (seriously -- over Padma Lakshmi?), the night was easily redeemed by over a dozen people. And one of them didn't even need to actually be present for her act of valiance.

Unless you were Slumdog Millionaire, 30 Rock, a little-seen HBO flick about our second President, and Kate Winslet, your wins at last night's Golden Globes were at best negligible to nonexistent. But judging by the place settings at the round tables, at least everyone got great eats -- and contrary to popular belief, great swag! But as with all of these black-tie, gold-statue affairs, the night was definitely not without its non-winners too. So let's take some time out of our dreary Monday to point and jeer at them, because the losers were just too obvious.

So yes, The Dark Knight premiered last night in New York, with the appropriate level of somberly dressed stardom in attendance. Giorgio Armani may be dressing Bruce Wayne, but starlets Blake Lively, Lauren Conrad, and Maggie Gyllenhaal chose to walk the black carpet in ... well, lots of black. But it's fun black! Not like scary black, or depressing black. But still totally, you know, respectful of Heath Ledger's genius and stuff.

Most of the time, after a drawn-out night in New York, we come to work on time, pulled together—a little tired, but kempt. Today is not one of those days. The city was busy last night. Kanye played 1Oak, the MoMA hosted an event for the release of HBO's Recount—stay tuned for our candid interview with actress Laura Dern—while GQ and Stoli Vodka threw down in the West Village. We didn't make any of these.