Today's brisk morning found New York's fashion set SoHo-bound, but instead of queuing for yet another sample sale, they sidled into Prada's artistically palatial store on Prince Street for the unveiling of their newest creative fare - -the Prada book. Just what we need, another fashion book telling us what to wear, when to wear it, what to pair it with and flashing papparazzi pics of all sorts of celebs wearing it before. Thankfully, there's none of that in the new take-away tome simply entitled Prada. Arguably the most desired geometric shape in the world, the inverted triangle is worth very little by itself; that is until P-R-A-D-A is stamped inside, giving it a life -- and subsequent price tag -- worthy of a legacy.

I've the overseas buzz at Grazia to thank for this early-morning tidbit of news -- Georgia Jagger, one of the more overlooked of Mick's offspring (I always thought she was Jade after a good night's rest) has just signed on to be the newest ingenue sporting the disappointingly wearable current fares of Versace. (This follows on the release of Jagger's campaign for Rimmel.) Not that Versace needs a new face aside from matron Donatella's unique mug, burned into our retinas after a recent string of unintelligible interviews, but nonetheless the 17-year-old will play dress up for Mario Testino and grace the stack of opening ads in our Vogues and Ws and Elles, her barely post-pubescent face sporting makeup her mother, model Jerry Hall, barely wore even in the 70s. A weird fit that really causes us to ask -- how does Versace choose their spokespeople?

Some of the best news we've heard in a long time. Coveted designer Stella McCartney has stepped down -- literally -- to meet the eye and wardrobe needs of her younger clientele. No stranger to collaborations with mega retailers, McCartney has decided to ride the wave of her uber-successful jaunt with H&M and partnered with GapKids and babyGap for a limited edition (read: this stuff's gonna sell) fall/winter collection, and to the delight of many a gay boy in the making, she didn't stop at girls.

While it's true that the term "seasonal makeup" is responsible for such anomalies as orange eyeshadow -- and my personal favorite, the "Jersey Spray-Tan Effect" -- the cooler months provide the perfect opportunity to go a little heavier-handed on your favorite colors and make things a little more dramatic. So where better than the very runways that line your closets and satisfy your cravings to find inspiration for the new you for fall? Our favorites for fall/winter happened to be more dramatic than everyday allows, so we contacted Raychel Wade, the authority on everything beauty and owner of cosmetic resource CheektoChic.com to help us translate the season's hottest makeup from drag queen to wearable drama using her favorite La Prairie products.

Well, kind of. The recent collaboration between the mixing maestro and Gucci creative director Frida Giannini that yielded the funkiest crop of sneakers we've ever seen was an occasion to change the topography of Manhattan, literally busting out with a temporary store at 43 Crosby Street, open today until early November. And while the shiny, sterile interior of the ICONTemporary outpost will no doubt provide a retail refuge for fashion's savviest, like everything Gucci, the real fun begins with what you end up taking home.

2(x)ist is basically like the Victoria's Secret for dudes -- underwear that does more than just keep the boys close to home, it provides something extra to look at when you're lounging around in the skivvs, and just think of all the scientific research that goes into ensuring a fit does more than support the goods. Before this enigmatic name in undergarments hit the scene, we had little more than black, white, and the occasional gray palette to accent the bare, but now even underthings experience seasonal change (and we're not referring to holiday prints). But for the first time, the underwear wizards have ventured to concentrate on what's on the outside and collaborated with one of the newest menswear go-tos, Commonwealth Utilities.

Maybe it’s because their songs owe a great debt to the Stone Roses and Frank Zappa, or perhaps it’s because all five of them have long, messy hair, but Amazing Baby, the Brooklyn-based heirs apparent to MGMT, have been pigeonholed as “drugged-out nudist hippies”—even before the release of their debut album.

The opulence of this morning's Ralph Lauren show sounded the long-awaited death knell to New York Fashion Week, signaling an opportunity for the downtrodden to give their livers a rest and catch up on sleep. A week of triple-booked shows, bloody blisters and stolen front row seats has yielded hundreds of new collections, and though the first issues of '10 will be volcanoes of spring fashion, we tapped into one of the city's brightest know-it-alls for the cream of the culture crop, Gio Metodiev, to give us his Loves it! Hates it! and everything in between.

And so begins one of New York's annual make-or-break weeks, the city's biggest popularity contest and probably Facebook's most prolific boost in photo content, otherwise known as Fashion Week. Once a sartorial display reserved only for the most elite of the fashion set, the twice-annual Mercedes-Benz-sponsored carnival is now a virtual public stomping ground for anybody and everybody who wants to be seen, and nowhere is that clearer than this year's "coincidence" of a kick-off festivity: Fashion's Night Out. As an inducement for those with the bucks to spend on pretty things while enjoying comped booze, models, and hors d'oeuvres at basically every clothing and accessories store the Big Apple boasts, we had to plan a reasonable itinerary before our inboxes filled to capacity.

Nothing starts the day right like a lathery romp in the shower -- ok, maybe a caffeinated jump start via the 'bucks -- but here's a crop of the best tried-and-true body washes we dare to call our faves. Some old classics, some brand spankin' new, all amazing.