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So, where do those lovely Gucci lads and lasses find themselves this time? In an avery. Slash greenhouse. With flamingos. Tres bohémien! A bit kind of Grey Gardens in its hey day, before all the fleas and racoons and the leaking sewage

Happy Easter Tenners! To celebrate, please marvel at the above image of Sasha Pivovarova doing her best bunny impression backstage at LV Autumn Winter 2009. More nourishing than an Easter Egg. And calorie free. So what's Team Ten up to? Well, Natalie

Ouuu, that’s pretty. How much is it? Do you think we can get a discount? Five finger babe. Just pick it up and put it under your jumper. But don’t they have CCTV? What if they catch us? We’ll just say you’re a

Like us in around 46 minutes (not that we're counting or anything) Massimiliano Giornetti is exiting the building. That building being the Salvatore Ferragamo HQ in Florence. For, in news announced today, he will no longer be the brand's creative director, his

Dearest bed. I'm sorry that I replaced you when the mattress broke. You were just so creaky, and I was moving house. I know that I got you for free, from a Liverpudlian named Daniel, but you were mine, and

Shit she’s coming, shit shit shit. I’m freezing. She’s not gonna be happy. Damn that assistant for leaving the window open. Hasn’t she learnt yet to put the heating on a half hour before Miss Wintour’s arrival? I knew she

So let me make sure I’ve got this right? Basically, you cut through my skin next too, not in my hairline- but wouldn’t cutting in my hair be better? Make the scar less visible? My skin doesn’t heel like it

If, like me, you are supremely lazy when it comes to looking after your foliage (not an innuendo, unfortunately) and any flowers that find themselves in your abode end up rotting in their own filth three weeks later because it's

Fur free - no, not the order to our waxist pre-vacances, but the House of Armani from next season. Forget mink, rabbit or whatever other exotic skin one can get one's mitts on -it's all faux faux faux from now on. Because really,

Gucci, sweetheart, I've just popped by to see your new home. I was in the neighbourhood. Can you let me in? I'm not in Haymarket often, you see. Okay, yes, just through the doors? The second floor? Fab - I'm

J.W. Anderson, terribly good fashion designer, known affectionately in these parts as J Dubz, is releasing a book. Sadly, it is not yet the salacious tell-all autobiography that we crave (our copy of Kerry Katona, Too Much, Too Young is