In the kitchen after the steamy shenanigans at the Stella McCartney after-party The Clique was drunk and tired but very happy.

On The Road Again: back to NY and all its ruthless modernity

Seconds after touching down in NY I realized that it would be very dangerous to live permanently in Paris. I would turn into an alcoholic spendthrift, an overdressed dandy and a relentless nightcrawler! Maybe it was the wealth (pun intended) of all those big money status labels. Perhaps it was because the collision of all those international degenerates looking to blow off steam after a month of trudging through the trenches of NY and Milan . Whatever the case, Paris partied like there was no tomorrow this past fashion week and our Hiss Squad had 5 banging bashes to choose from for the title of "Best Paris Fashion Week Party"

Sigue Sigue Sputnik is the bomb, right this minute!

A flock of my English pals are headed over the Channel this morning to come party. Jefferson Hack's having a dinner this weekend so that will mean everybody will end up on the carpet at one point. God knows everybody DID at Richard Mortimer's party at La Perle. Except there wasn't the carpet. Just the gutters of the Marais. Hack's hell bent on bringing back an 80's moment called Sigue Sigue Sputnik. And he's succeeding!

Ladies and Gentlemen: Miss Jodie Harsh