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In an effort to make our intern Alexis work five times as hard, New York Magazine has decided to put out daily versions of their beloved Look Book for fashion week, calling them The Look Booklet.

If by some cosmic quirk, The New York Times Book Review went daily this week, Alexis would explode.

Since we know your shelves are already packed with volumes of "Looking At The Look Book," we're following New York's lead, calling these "Looking At The Look Booklet."

You'll call them hilarious!

Or, you'll call it overkill.

Either way, call us!

Check back tomorrow for the regular "Looking at the Look Book" feature, with full questions and answers and that striking white backgrounded photo you've come to rely on week in and week out.

Anyway, after the jump, some words for Ms. Holly Dunlap, the Hollywould designer shown at right.

Laura Gilbert, deputy editor at a top secret magazine project that you don't need to know about : Allo. My name is Holly and I am dressing in what I call Sundance chic. I'm so furry! I'm so Hollywood! Get it? What I did there with my name? I want to dress A-listers like Chloe Sevigny only (I really do think she's A-list, check my web site!). I like Italy because of all the sparkly things like the Il Duomo? That's my inspiration for a lot of my work, shiny stuff? Like I'll add some rhinestones and shit to the neckline of a dress? Stars are sparkly too. I wanna be a star.

Monica Malden, advertising art director: As for a shoe designer admitting that she wears Uggs, oh my Gawd, that's like if you were some huge pop star, and could get boatloads of beyotches, yet ya know, you like to fool around with little boys instead, maybe get them drunk on what you call "Jesus Juice" and...- No, that's crazy it would never happen!!! That thing around her neck, it's a lil somethin' somethin' from the Liberace estate sale. You should have seen the cat fight she and P- Diddy got into over that thing — meow! Lets just say she better watch her back from here on out, he's not above busting a cap in someone's ass, fashion week or not.