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Not only did yesterday mark the Observer's annual holiday party guide article, it marked the third year running that Sara Vilkomerson took a shot at Allure managing editor Andrew Wilkes! It's getting to be one of our favorite holiday traditions. We'll take a trip down memory lane after the jump.

  • 2004:

  • Allure: Dec. 16, the Slipper Room, 167 Orchard Street

  • Watch for slow-moving, frequently stopping Cond Nast town cars snaking their way down Orchard Street for the Allure magazine party at the burlesque-inspired Slipper Room. The bar's Web site claims, "Sceney and pretentious we are not," which makes us wonder what genius in event planning thought this would be an ideal venue for the staff of lovelies. We're sure there will be lots of talk of "a smoky eye," and that managing editor Andrew Wilkes will insinuate that someone needs to lose some weight-for their own good.

  • 2005:

  • Allure: Dec. 15, Paladar, 161 Ludlow Street

    The over-plucked and glossy-lipped ladies of Allure take the F train to the Lower East Side—just kidding! Look for a logjam of town cars on Ludlow as the girls step out in something strappy to celebrate the holidays at the Pan-Latino restaurant Paladar. Last year, the zine had the theme of "High/Low," which one spy translated into "fried chicken and caviar." Sigh. Ladies, don't eat too many chips ... your managing editor is watching you!

  • 2006:

  • Allure magazine, Dec. 12, the Double Seven, 418 West 14th Street

    Linda Wells' well-moisturized, -waxed and -glossed bunch eschew the Lower East Side digs they've been slumming in for the last couple of years and pick their stilettos over cobblestone streets, uncomfortably close to where the Village Idiot used to be. Chatter will no doubt revolve around the firing of assistant editor Molly Friedman, who sold beauty products over eBay (a major no-no). Meanwhile, the managing editor will helpfully remind the ladies just how many calories there are in their gin gimlet. Watch out for the boys from GQ to iron their best jeans and follow suit in the same space a couple of nights later.

  • Wow, such incredible disdain! You'd almost think Vilkomerson used to work for Wilkes! Or that Wilkes is sort of a dick! Anything's possible. Happy Holidays!
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