Karl Lagerfeld quashes any Chanel departure rumors once and for all. “I will die here,” he told the Times before his Couture show last night, which is as unequivocal as it gets. [NYT]

Lindsay Lohan is having a bad day. Her self-tanning products are a knockoff (allegedly), and her refusal of a role in The Hangover could be the end of her career. So much for that golden glow. [People]

Images are lacking, but details on Jil Sander’s collection for Uniqlo are surfacing. Called +J, the line looks like it will adhere to a minimalist aesthetic, which is to say, “Duh.” [WWD]—Alison Baenen

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With camera phone technology getting increasingly sophisticated (did you know some of those suckers can do high-def video now?), this was bound to happen: an art show composed entirely of snaps taken on cells. Such was the gist of a party at the Stephan Weiss Studio on Wednesday night to celebrate Exilim’s new phone, where giant slideshows of the work several New York art types—Cass Bird, Justin Giunta, Richard Kern, Danielle Levitt, Chrissie Miller (see her self-portrait above), and Christian Weber—took on these new phones were projected on the walls. For the artists themselves, it turned out to be a fun experience. Bird, a professional photographer, found herself dabbling in food styling, like when she propped an order of French fries into a sunset, and shooting pics of skateboarders on the street. “I guess you don’t realize how many photographable things surround you,” she said in the VIP section of the party. The technological progress of camera phones was a hot topic of conversation, especially since the crowd spanned chic teenagers, like Taylor Momsen and Zoë Kravitz, to a more mature audience, like Mick Rock and Ann Dexter-Jones. “I can remember when there weren’t even digital cameras,” smiled Dexter-Jones. “Actually, I can remember the time before cell phones.” One good thing—or bad, depending on who you’re asking—about this sort of picture is how intimate they can be. In a few of snaps that Sophomore designer Chrissie Miller took of Lindsay Lohan, Mandy Moore, and the Virgins’ Donald Cumming for her portfolio, they look just like regular folk. “Everyone keeps asking me who the vivacious redhead is in these pictures,” Miller joked. “And I say, ‘Only the most photographed woman in the world: Lindsay Lohan.’ “—Derek Blasberg

Phillip Lim wants to dress your boyfriend and you should probably let him. His menswear gets its first solo presentation slot this season. [WWD]

Just when you thought you were mastering this recession spending thing, Loeffler Randall launches an e-commerce site. Surely you’ve scrimped enough this summer to splurge on some new “louche boots”? [WWD]

Are Lindsay and Sam on again? Do we really care? [Page Six]

Sorry, ladies. It looks like Bradley Cooper is forming an attachment to Renée Zellweger. It was touch and go for a while, what with the Cooper-Aniston union rumors, but this just might be the real deal. It’s not late to get to Barcelona yourself if you want to put a stop to this. [Page Six]—Alison Baenen

Photo: Marcio Madeira

While Lindsay Lohan turned heads at the HEAT benefit that our executive fashion director, Candy Pratts Price, co-chaired at Steven Klein’s place in Bridgehampton on Saturday night (click here for a slideshow of party pics), a twenty- and thirtysomething crowd gathered at Bettina Prentice’s Sagaponack family home for the Artwalk summer party to benefit the Coalition for the Homeless. “I wanted to put together something that people my age could take part in without it being unaffordable,” said the art public relations maven. With raffle tickets just $20 each and artwork prizes by emerging talents like Quentin Curry, Aziz + Cucher, and Torben Giehler, Prentice and her fellow co-chairs Liam McMullan, Peter Davis, and Kipton Cronkite didn’t have trouble convincing the crowd to part with their hard-earned cash. Prentice’s husband, Jamie, won the Aziz + Cucher (the crowd joked that the auction was rigged, but he joked right back that he’d bought 80 raffle tickets), and fashion week newcomer Timo Weiland, whose show is on September 16, went home with the Quentin Curry. The event raised $6,472 for the Coalition.—Bee-Shyuan Chang

Photo: Billy Farrell / Patrick McMullan

The rumors were true. Hurricane Lindsay is headed for the house of Ungaro, mere months after Esteban Cortazar’s departure following reported tension over bringing the starlet on as permanent muse. Lohan, whose official title is “artistic adviser” (maybe “pantless paparazzi fodder” was taken?), joins new head designer Estrella Archs in a bid to drum up some Lohan-caliber press for the brand. To wit, Ungaro has a paltry 1.3 million Google hits compared to Lohan’s 26 million; turns
out all press is good press. Starlets looking for a design gig, take note. [WWD]—Alison Baenen

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Christian Lacroix’s new white knight is an Ajman sheikh. This acquisition has “couture inspiration” written all over it. [WWD]

Don’t ask for your size. Presumably the Rodarte designs on display at the Cooper-Hewitt Museum this January will be given the white-glove treatment, so don’t even think about trying something on. [WWD]

Lindsay Lohan’s invitation to Miley Cyrus to come to the “Emanuel Ungaro show for the new collection i’ve designed” has many fashion folk, tweeters and otherwise, shaking their heads in distress. [Lindsay Lohan Twitter]

With the addition of Odin to the West Village, Mike Albo decrees that there’s still hope yet for the once “magic” neighborhood, Sex and the City bus tours be damned. [NYT]

The famously controlling Mr. Armani is letting go just a little. On the mend after a bout of hepatitis this summer, the designer has overseen some upper-level management restructuring in the hopes of cutting down his workload. [WWD]—Alison Baenen

Photo: Marcio Madeira

For Didier Ludot’s celebration last night for the tenth anniversary of his label La Petite Robe Noire, the fountains of the Palais Royal were scented with Eau Blanche by Francis Kurkdjian. Welcome to Paris. A selection of Ludot’s archives graced the windows of the galleries, tracing the history of the L.B.D.: a Chanel number from 1927, a Lanvin from 1935, a Grès from 1942, and so on with Balenciagas, Diors, and YSLs in the mix. The sartorial timeline ended with a very recent, as in two and a half weeks ago, vintage with a Marc Jacobs Spring 2010 look.

None of these beauties were for sale. Instead, Ludot sourced some more affordably priced vintage dresses for his L.B.D.-only boutique—about 30 of them have already sold—and is concentrating on his new, accessible DL Palais Royal collection. At the party, Ludot greeted friends like Chantal Thomass, Claude Montana, and Jean-Charles de Castelbajac, while a rumored appearance by Lindsay Lohan had other guests in the crowd that included Alexis Mabille (pictured above) and former Emanuel Ungaro designer Vincent Darré, buzzing and lingering. The actress’ design partner, Estrella Archs, did show briefly. “I’m taking five minutes of air,” joked Archs. She and Lohan are still fine-tuning their process, she said, but promise a collection that draws upon the roots of Ungaro without going too literal. “We’re going for focused and purified with light dresses and a Mediterranean joie de vivre,” said Archs. “Tomorrow night’s the all-nighter.”—Tina Isaac

The expectations were low. Well, frequently low and stewing in the wicked juice of potential schadenfreude. Unfortunately, as it turns out, Lindsay Lohan’s debut as artistic adviser at Emanuel Ungaro warranted them. After yesterday’s show, no one, it seems, had anything nice to say, whether about the circuslike atmosphere or the ticky-tacky, undeveloped clothes that came down the runway. Our own Nicole Phelps described it as “a bad joke of a fashion show, one with questionable color combinations, ‘bad eighties’ draped silk jackets and drop-crotch pants, old-fashioned and ill-judged fur stoles, and, yes, tasteless sequin pasties.” WWD called it “an embarrassment,” remarking that the clothes looked “cheesy and dated.” Meanwhile, The New York Times likened Lohan’s presence at a major French house to “a McDonald’s fry cook taking the reins of a three-star Michelin restaurant.” Ouch. Well, in a way, Mounir Moufarrige got his wish. Those runway shots and the images of Lohan’s teary bow, with designer Estrella Archs, have rippled out well beyond the fashion orbit. What did you think of Lindsay’s appointment and new collection? Let us know below.

Photos: Marcio Madeira

There are at least two things I can count on in Paris: various fellow New Yorkers letting loose for fashion month’s last leg, and a late-night dance party at Regine’s. For the past few seasons, I’ve helped friends like Paul Sevigny, MisShapes Leigh Lezark and Geordon Nicol, and Tommy Saleh organize a little fête, appropriately named New York New York, that combines both. Last night was this season’s incarnation. The details are sketchy, but from what I can remember—and from the pictures mysteriously found on my BlackBerry this morning—it was as crazy an affair as in years past.

Holding court in one corner was a European contingent of Margherita Missoni, Tatiana Santo Domingo, Andrea Casiraghi, Vladimir Restoin-Roitfeld, and Lily Donaldson. Michael Stipe took over the booth next to them. And following a feisty entrance, Lindsay Lohan and her assorted entourage took over another. Lohan had in tow Irina Lazareanu, proudly boasting that the model was wearing one of her Emanuel Ungaro designs. “She’s in me!” exclaimed the blonde multi-hyphenate to Giovanna Battaglia, who had stripped down to an almost Lohan-esque look of bra accessorized with a brooch. As for the hazier moments, I do recall helping Katy Perry down from the mirrored table she had been dancing on, as well as Riccardo Tisci, out to celebrate his smash Givenchy show, holding a sexy blonde girl over his head. Someone sent me a YouTube link to a clip of me swinging Elle’s Kate Lanphear around the dance floor like a rag doll. Who knows what may surface in the next few days? But hey, c’est la vie in Paris. Click here to see more photos—Derek Blasberg

Photo: Marcio Madeira

Megan Fox is the new Victoria Beckham. The actress’ much-rumored Armani underwear campaign is a done deal, with ads set to appear this spring.[WWD]

Speaking of Armani, he could be Italy’s newest senator. Santo Versace, chair of Versace and a member of the Italian Parliament, has nominated Giorgio for a lifelong appointment. [WWD]

WWD makes the case that Lindsay Lohan and Emanuel Ungaro could actually be soul mates. Both favor sexy designs, worked with a partner, and met with initial criticism. However, the comparisons abruptly end there. [WWD]

Call it a good day for Jeremy Kost. Polaroid is back. [Animal]

Joe Corré, Dame Vivienne Westwood’s son, has left Agent Provocateur, which he co-founded, to spend more time on his own line, A Child of the Jago. [Vogue U.K.]

Do you love clogs? Or are you afraid you’ll look like a “tap-dancing hippo” if you wear one? They’re going to be ubiquitous pretty soon, so you’d better make your mind up stat. [Telegraph]—Alison Baenen

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