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Today's tweaked-out edition of the Observer has all the requisite Fashion Week coverage (does that fucking thing ever end, by the way?), but the most choice bit is the account of Jennifer Lopez's Coty celebration at the Museum of Natural History. While we could easily dine on the Olsens wearing "slimming all-black ensembles" or the appearance of IT BOY FABIAN BASABE (he will not disappear, just accept it), we'd much rather nibble on our favorite VIP-loving shoe designer, Holly Dunlap:

Hollywould shoe cobbler Holly Dunlap had been trying to beg her way into the V.I.P. section, to no avail. She was sipping a cocktail nearby, a bright blue sequined dress adorning her lithe frame. "My parents are convinced I m an alcoholic now and called me the other day ready to, like, do an intervention!" laughed the night owl, who chronicles her adventures on her Web site. "And I was telling them, 'No, no, it's really not as bad as it sounds,' but then I was like, 'Actually, yeah, it's all true! That's exactly what goes on!'" She decided to give the promised land one last try. Soon after she made it past the gatekeeper, Ms. Lopez and her entourage got up and whooshed out the door into the night.

Oh. My. God. She's an alcoholic trainwreck — if we could ever stop hating her for being retarded, we'd totally love her.
Runway Rubber-Necking [Observer]
[Image via New York Social Diary]