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In this week's edition of New York magazine's Look Book, Nom de Guerre Creative Director Holly Harnsongkram is spotted on Madison Avenue and tells us about her Parisian hat and Marc Jacobs boots (click the image at right to enlarge and see Holly in all of her tapered-jeans, avant-garde glory). Intern Alexis rounds up a stylish panel of Christopher Rovzar, Eliza Berkowitz, and Catherine Hopkinson to give Holly the once over and analyze her love of early New Wave and Godard.

Christopher Rovzar, Rush & Molloy Errand Boy

When it comes to analyzing the sociological implications of her own outfit, Holly says that she'd "rather not go there." Go there!

Heidi's outfit, to me, is like a personals ad. It says "SWF seeking pansexual M/F for companionship, discussions on Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, and lighthearted bouts of KGB informing. I talk in a high, soft voice that is hard to hear in public places, you don't wash your hair and prefer tapestries over walls in your apartment. Available for long walks in non-green areas, Lucky Strikes and moderate petting."

Which would be a useless personals ad, because clearly she already has a boyfriend. Who is gay.

What does Holly's body language (her folded arms and coy, come-hither stare) say about her?

To me it says I dare you to think I m Asian.

Holly claims that no movies "in the theaters" right now inspire her. "I'm having my own Godard, early New Wave moment" she admits. How can we make Holly less nauseatingly pretentious?

We could start by removing the live animal that is clinging for dear life to her neck. As for the hat, who knows what s hiding under there, so we ll leave it on. If it was knit, Carrie Bradshaw might have worn it. Next, give her a good TV dinner and an apple martini and she ll start moving back toward center, just you watch But seriously, Holly. How can you say that? What is Steven Soderberg s Ocean s 12 but the 300 pound illegitimate lovechild of Breathless?

What is Holly REALLY doing on Madison Avenue?

Look at that posture. She s got the arms crossed over her belly, a jacket with a lot of buttons folds, and a flashy piece of taxidermy floating around there to distract the eyes. Clearly her egg donor sponsor couple dumped her when they found out she wasn t actually Jewish, and she s looking another high priced buyer for her oncoming manchild. Either that or she s just stolen a frozen turkey.

Eliza Berkowitz, Stereogum's better half and Publishing Wench

When it comes to analyzing the sociological implications of her own outfit, Holly says that she'd "rather not go there." Go there!

From her outfit we can tell that Holly loves animals. Loves to wear animals, that is. Perhaps when not visiting Chelsea galleries looking for inspiration, she enjoys the fine art of taxidermy. Maybe Holly loved her cat so much, she didn't want to be without it for even a moment. So she turned it into a cuddly scarf.

What does Holly's body language (her folded arms and coy, come-hither stare) say about her?

Holly is a crazy flirt. Sure, she looks demure with her half-smile and arm across her chest, but she's plotting what she'll do with the photographer when he puts down that damn camera already.

Holly claims that no movies "in the theaters" right now inspire her. "I'm having my own Godard, early New Wave moment" she admits. How can we make Holly less nauseatingly pretentious?

I propose we strip Holly of her A.P.C. and Marc Jacobs and outfit her in Old Navy and Parade of Shoes. She should be forced to buy her makeup at CVS, and her underwear at K-mart. And if that's not enough to knock the pretentiousness out of her, maybe her new perfume, Curious by Britney Spears, will.

What is Holly REALLY doing on Madison Avenue?

Holly is performing a sociological experiment to better understand the background and interests of the well-heeled Barney's crowd. Or maybe she's desperately searching for an Army and Navy store so she can buy a new hat.

Catherine Hopkinson, Glossy Magazine Foot Soldier

When it comes to analyzing the sociological implications of her own outfit, Holly says that she'd "rather not go there." Go there!

Clearly Holly is a well-traveled, wishes-she-were-French sort of person. She has been to Paris to get hats seen on Paris Hilton three years ago, and she has definitely been to lands that don't know boot-cut jeans. Seriously, what is going on with her ankles? Maybe she's got some really thick socks bunched up under there, to keep her safe from the cold. She's also an all-out rebel: brown shoes with black coat! Boy, she really knows how to mix it up!

What does Holly's body language (her folded arms and coy, 'come-hither' stare) say about her?

She's cold - those Scandinavian winters are a bitch. It's also a classic get-away-from-me pose. People, gross. Dead animals, cozy!

Holly claims that no movies "in the theaters" right now inspire her. "I'm having my own Godard, early New Wave moment" she admits. How can we make Holly less nauseatingly pretentious?
Definitely get the girl to a Wes Anderson festival. Fix her up with a bunch of black eyeliner and a mournful gaze, and, oh wait, that's still pretentious. She really needs a shot of color — maybe some kicky Team Zissou sneakers? Oops, that's just dumb. Maybe we should just feed her to the Seed of Chucky. Then she'd be all bloody and mangled, and at least tragically boring, rather than just boring-boring.

What is Holly REALLY doing on Madison Avenue?

She must be on her way to a meeting of the Fashion Trenchcoat Mafia. They're planning to blow away anyone seen exposing "those weird thong things." Whatever they are.