Very thrilled to not only share with you all the release of my sister Blanca's newest album, "Butterfly Core," but her arrival at Uber. She has a huge following at a certain other online social club, and by joining us here she'll be able to flex her visual creativity in ways she couldn't there.

Wonder twin powers activate?
What else to make of the bodacious rings Cameron Silver and I decided to wave about at a recent fling? His gilded hedgehog was the inimitable complement to my golden rose.

It’s four more months before the newest release in two decades from Madame Grace Jones, but the first track, “Corporate Cannibal,” has already dropped in the visually arresting form of Nick Hooker’s new video featuring the rakish diva.

Is it art imitating art (OK, fashion) imitating art which was already imitating art (of the low-brow kind) when Heath Ledger’s Joker appears onscreen in “The Dark Knight” in a strawberry blonde flip ’do and nurse uniform?

As much as a signature fragrance or an American Express ad, the sine qua non of trophies for fashion designers these days is having a Barbie created in their image.

To celebrate the launch of her very own Barbie, bauble and bags designer Tarina Tarantino rolled out the pink carpet to a few hundred of her friends Thursday night at her signature boutique on Melrose Avenue.

As Ava Garter untied the ribbon to release from her curvy frame the extensive skirt covered in hundreds of real peacock feathers and reveal a sparkling crystal G-string, the loudest hoots of encouragement lavished on the budding burlesque star came from her fellow broads in the black of the theater—certainly me, as well as longtime friend Dita Von Teese, stylist Negar Ali, fiction writer Amanda Goldberg, Chloe Sevigny,…and Liz Goldwyn, who enlisted Ms.

While I missed any opp to hit the Royal Ascot during my trip to the UK, I didn't miss the sight of any of the grand hats British women are famously (and infamously) fond of.

Traded in the strappy YSLs and sparkling knuckle dusters for a pair of hiking boots and the Ring of Kerry, which actually isn't something you slip on a finger at all but a loop around Ireland's scenic south-western Iveragh Peninsula.

Much has been made that Vivienne Westwood disdains technology.

No sooner had I touched down in Ireland this week, when I spotted them: the ginger-haired natives. I didn’t exactly expect to see them.

Fifty is a milestone. Like 16, 21 and, I recently learned, 40 before it, 50 claims its own category, a cottage industry brimming with its own cards, napkins, styrofoam gravestones, and other commercial and cultural trimmings to mark the moment.