Two dreamy Danes are set to take New York by storm when they land stateside for show castings. Charlotte Hoyer and Pernille Moeller, both new to the development board at IMG, had everyone's rapt attention in Copenhagen last week, walking in at least ten shows between the two of them. Charlotte, who landed the cover of this month's Cover magazine, has the catwalk swagger of a seasoned pro, while Pernille has already been touted by MDC as a shoo-in for a top-ten newcomers position.

The August issue of Vogue Brazil recently hit newsstands, and the cover features five hot new faces. Some we already know: 15-year-old Daniela Borges was at the Marc Jacobs and Narciso Rodriguez shows in February, while Claudia Seiler caught our eye at the Prada Spring 2008 show and in editorials she's shot for i-D and Dazed & #38; Confused. Among the new-—to us—girls are Luca Gadjus lookalike Luana Teifke, 18-year-old Luiza Windberg (who says her idol is Alessandra Ambrosio), and Nathalie Edenburg, who you can also spot in this month's Teen Vogue.

Claudia Schiffer may be Germany's most lauded export, but within the country's borders, Eva Padberg towers over the other home-grown goddesses. Though she's not so well-known in the rest of the world, Padberg's friendly charm, non-threatening style, and willingness to pose for local lad mags as well as regional fashion fodder have earned her countless magazine covers, commercials, the rank of "Sexiest Woman in the World" from the readers of FHM, nonstop editorial coverage, and, beginning in 2007, a coveted position as Mercedes-Benz's brand ambassador. Ellen von Unwerth's images of her draped over or around Mercedes-Benzes adorn almost every corner of the city. At a cocktail party hosted by German Vogue at chic boutique The Corner to honor Phillip Lim, Padberg explained why Berlin fashion excites her. "It is naughty and not too sweet," she said. "Berlin is a little dangerous, artistic, musical, and sexy. I really like representing it, especially for Mercedes-Benz. I love to drive my Benz."

Twin events on the eve of Berlin fashion week riffed on fashion and art's increasingly fruitful relationship. The stately Unter den Linden Strasse featured a chic vernissage garden party for Friday 13th's "Into the Woods" group show. "Art serves as an intellectual base camp and archive of forms and ideas for fashion," exclaims the exhibition text by former Qvest magazine editor Joachim Bessing. Over at ProjektGalerie, meanwhile, a scrappy and sassy showing of Japanese photographer Fumi Nagasaka's film and stills of a male model in sordid cinematic scenes drew the fashion crowd's more downtown faction. And who should we spot there but Iekeliene Stange, in Berlin to walk in Hugo Boss' show today. Of where she chose to spend her single night in the city, she said, "Where else should one be in Berlin, rather than at an art opening?"

the return of laetitia casta With the looming fall ad campaigns heralding the return of nineties supermodels in all of their thin-but-not-too-thin, moderately busty glory, Laetitia Casta is gearing up to party like it's 1999. The Corsican-born beauty, who's been walking the runway since the ripe old age of 15, is experiencing a resurgence these days (not that you ever left our hearts, Laetitia), snagging the cover of this month's Paris Vogue, plus a rumored spot in Louis Vuitton's high-profile, supers-only fall campaign. And since Ralph Lauren hand-picked her to star as the face of his new fragrance, Notorious (sultry ads shot by Michael Thompson to appear in your favorite glossies come September), she can add beauty icon to her ever-diversifying portfolio.

If you were worried that the trend for choosing celebrities over models in ad campaigns was getting out of hand, take heart: The Fall 2008 Calvin Klein Jeans ads have hit newsstands, and replacing Kate Bosworth (Spring 2008's lone campaign girl) are a slew of willowy newcomers. The black-and-white ads, shot by Steven Meisel in the style of the infamous ck one campaign of the mid-nineties, star Abbey Lee, Toni Garrn, and Ali Stephens, along with Agnete Hegelund, Viktoriya Sasonkina, and Anna Selezneva. But that's just what's appeared so far—the series is rumored to feature 17 girls in total.

That Anja Rubik is beautiful is undisputable. That she is adorable is proven by the baby photos that run in the July issue of Deutsch Vogue (she's the cover girl). See 1,000-plus images of the grown-up Anja in her exclusive Style.com portfolio, or check out her Web site at www.anjarubik.com.

The blogosphere is buzzing with the news that Cole Mohr beat out a GIRL to model in the Fall '09 Marc by Marc Jacobs campaign. But given Jacobs' past record (M.I.A. in a man's suit, Victoria Beckham crawling out of a shopping bag), perhaps it's just the natural progression of things. No stranger to above-the-knee hemlines, last season Mohr was featured on a cover of Arena Homme + in a kilt. He does have great legs—maybe that's what landed the Texas native the Marc gig.

Riccardo Tisci opened his Givenchy Haute Couture show with three models of color yesterday evening in Paris. Leading the pack was Lakshmi Menon, who was recently plucked from near obscurity to become the face of Hermès. A L'Officiel editorial and Vogue India cover quickly followed—and now, we hear, she's set to be star of the Givenchy Fall campaign.

The latest face to have Vogue editors gushing is that of 17-year-old Bali native Allegra Carpenter. Born to a Dutch mother and American father, the Stam-esque beauty entered (and won) an Australian modeling contest on a whim in 2005. After signing with IMG in 2007, she shot editorials for the Aussie versions of Vogue and Harper's Bazaar, only to land on our shores this spring and swiftly nab spots in a string of Resort previews (including Narciso Rodriguez and Marchesa).

To mark mass label Colcci's move to the Sao Paulo fashion week schedule from Fashion Rio, organizers held a press conference at which they trotted out campaign star Gisele Bündchen. Standing on a small stage, nursing a glass of water, Gisele held court, answering a series of questions that ranged from the inane to, well, the inane. Q: "Gisele, what are you wearing?" A (slightly incredulous): "Um, Colcci." Q: Gisele, you date Kelly Slater, Leonardo DiCaprio…why don't you like Brazilian guys?" A (laughing): "I think Brazilian guys are great!" And finally, the best (and worst) question of the evening: Q: "Gisele, what do you think of Karolina Kurkova's body?" (For those who don't know, Ms. Kurkova has gained a few pounds recently.) A: "I'm not going to comment on that." SPFW, where they ask the tough questions.

Two of Manhattan's pretty young things had reason to party at the end of last week. First, May Andersen celebrated her 26th birthday at Smith & Mills in Tribeca with a small group of her girlfriends ("A birthday isn't something models always want to make a big deal out of!" she explained) and two birthday cakes. That same evening, Jacquetta Wheeler congregated her closest New York buddies at a restaurant in Soho to say goodbye—after seven years, she's moving back to London. Later in the evening, both parties congregated at the Rose Bar in the Gramercy Park Hotel, where resident ringleader Nur Khun combined the fêtes for revelers such as Lily Donaldson and Lou Doillon (who is also heading back home to Paris this week after a month in Manhattan). "Wait a minute, am I making the right decision?" Wheeler asked herself after more than one last-minute plea from her table. "Well, I guess I can always move back."

Toward the end of Dolce & Gabbana's dinner at Gold restaurant, celebrating the Spring men's collection and Michael Roberts' new photo story for the brand, "The Good Shepherd," Naomi Campbell was holding court to a rapt table of Italian men. The topic: American politics. "What's with all the traveling Bush has been doing?" the model wondered. "He never even had a passport before."

Naomi Campbell walks the runway at today's Dolce & Gabbana Spring 2009 menswear show in Milan.

Now that Resort's a full-fledged season, model agents are seizing the opportunity to launch new faces. Here are three that caught our eye this week:

Nineteen-year-old Sam Rayner hails from a tiny town in Saskatchewan. We spotted her at Burberry, but watch out for upcoming appearances in Russian Vogue, V, and Teen Vogue. The fair-haired Canuck, who's signed with New York Models, has what's been called one of the best walks in the biz.

Yesterday's Prada presentation put two fresh faces on our radar: New York Models' Sigrid and Next's Myf (for now, both are using their first names only). Sigrid grew up in Martinique and won an Elite modeling contest on the island when she was just 13. Now 16, the ballet dancer is making catwalking her full-time gig.

Myf was discovered just three months ago in her hometown of Cairns, Australia. After walking a full schedule of shows at Australian fashion week last month, the statuesque 17-year-old landed in New York just seven days ago and swiftly booked Prada Resort. Look for her in an upcoming Numéro editorial—and then, we predict, pretty much everywhere come the Spring '09 shows.

As the parade of models made their exits at Monday night's Dior Resort show, our eyes were on 18-year-old Arielle Pytka, who made her runway debut with the air of a seasoned pro. Perhaps the confidence stems from a lack of pressure; Pytka considers herself a full-time artist first and a model second. The lanky L.A. native is adept at channeling her passion into her work—a surfing hobby led to being named the face of Roxy last year.

It's not as if Agyness Deyn needed to solidify her position as model of the moment, but Rootstein Display Mannequins, quite literally, feels differently. The mannequin manufacturer, which has made likenesses of iconic models Twiggy, Jodie Kidd, and Erin O'Connor, will launch three fiberglass versions of everyone's favorite Manchurian in their New York showroom on May 20.

Some girls just have stamina. Like the model Jessica Stam, who flew out to L.A. last weekend for a job, came back to New York for 24 hours on Monday, hightailed it to Paris for another job on Tuesday, and returned to Manhattan early Wednesday morning to run some errands before slipping into a fancy dress and meeting a few dozen friends at Nobu Next Door to celebrate her 22nd birthday. "I guess I should be tired," she said, sitting between pals Michelle Trachtenberg and Tara Subkoff. "It's just birthday adrenaline." Stam's entrance was classy—she arrived just a few minutes late (as one does on one's birthday) and sauntered to her table. Then her buddy Jen Brill started heckling: "Is that the supermodel Jessica Stam? She's sexy!" she yelled, much to the amusement of the other diners. A little bit of blushing from the lady of honor, and then the casual affair got underway, with Leigh Lezark and Mary-Kate Olsen anchoring one end of the table, and Stam's buddies Chrissie Miller, Jared Seligman, and a couple of guys from the band the Virgins on the other. After cake, it was on to Lit, where a bigger posse continued the celebration.

Disregard the old Victoria's Secret campaigns. According to Stephanie Seymour, bras did not comprise an everyday part of her wardrobe when she was in her twenties. "I didn't like 'em," she revealed at Friday's luncheon celebrating her new gig as brand ambassador for the French lingerie firm Chantelle. "Then," the enviably endowed mother of four added, throwing her shoulders back for emphasis, "I learned." Education came at the hands of Seymour's dear friend and frequent dressmaker Azzedine Alaïa, who not only tutored the supermodel in the lift-and-separate power of a great brassiere, but even got her to rethink her stance on the corset. "The French really know lingerie, they get it," Seymour expounded. "They understand how a properly fitted, well-designed bra can change your whole shape. A dress that looks blah can be transformed by the right undergarment. In some ways, wearing the right bra is just, like, a matter of showing respect to these amazing works of art." Meaning, er, breasts? "No, meaning, clothes. You want to wear Alaïa, you better respect that dress."

After spending New Year's Eve in Kenya and the past four months on a solo, self-guided backpack trek through Sri Lanka, Laos, and Vietnam, the English supermodel Jacquetta Wheeler is back in Manhattan. At a welcome-home dinner at the Waverly Inn on Friday (followed by a stop at the Rose Bar at the Gramercy Park Hotel), the weary traveler observed, "In some ways I feel like I've been gone forever, and in some ways I feel like I never left." What did she miss most while she was away? "More than good food or drinks—though the local rice wine was pretty good—or particular places or stores or anything, what I missed most was my friends," she said, giving a wink to pals Keren Craig of Marchesa and Rockstar Games' Lyonel Tollemache. This wasn't the first time that the lanky lass has tackled faraway lands on her own; in the fall of 2006, your loyal Style.com scribe accompanied her on a month-and-a-half-long trek through Northern India. After a few weeks of curry and youth hostels, I headed back to New York, while Wheeler headed south to explore tea farms and beaches. "I've developed a real taste for this sort of thing," she said with a big smile, adding that she's toyed with the idea of getting into National Geographic-esque nature photography and is already pondering her next voyage. Not that she wouldn't have minded a companion once or twice on her last journey—like when rabid dogs attacked her well-worn sneakers or when a menacing black bird kept swooping down on her. "Still, I was glad I did it alone," she said. "I really got to know myself better."

The buzz for Toni Garrn, the Hamburg-born beauty who was signed for not one, but two exclusive runway seasons at Calvin Klein, is really starting to build—she's been snapped by both Marios—Testino and Sorrenti—as well as by supermodel-maker Steven Meisel.) Still, following in the footsteps of Natalia Vodianova means this 16-year-old (who's currently enrolled in school and continues to live with her parents) has some pretty big shoes to fill. "I never really thought about modeling before," Garrn, who was discovered on the street, told us when we checked in with her recently. "But I decided to try it out. So far everything has turned out well, so let's see where it leads." Nonchalance can be a plus in this industry, but Garrn does have a general idea of what she's dealing with (see also: Kate Moss and Christy Turlington). "It would be great to follow such amazing models. I have been looking back at all the old campaign images—and I just cannot believe that I am in the campaign now! I would be happy to have even half the success of those other superstars."

Erin Wasson: supermodel. Part-time stylist. Art promoter? After hosting a little party on Friday for Whitney Biennial featured artist Drew Heitzler, she can now add another job title to her business card. The venue was her own East Village pad, and the revelers at the teatime affair—it went from 4 to 6 p.m.—included Shamim Momin, the co-curator of the Biennial; David Quadrini, owner of the Angstrom galleries in Los Angeles and Dallas; and artists Walead Beshty, Maynard Monroe, and Michael Phalen. Wasson even had a DJ: artist Spencer Sweeney. "David Quadrini opened my eyes to so many cool artists," she told us. "I feel lucky to have the opportunity to be part of the community." And though Wasson has been a center of attention in magazines and on runways for almost a decade now, she tried to make sure eyes weren't on her at this fête. "Drew's work is amazing. I just wanted to help celebrate his accomplishment—this party has nothing to do with me and everything to do with him."

Designers paying models in clothing is an age-old practice, as is models helping themselves to an accessory or two at the end of a show—whether they're invited to or not. Such was the case with one sticky-fingered girl backstage at YSL last week, who gave herself away when we spotted a very familiar-looking black patent-leather platform Mary Jane on the end of her very familiar leg last night. We're too polite to name names, but if Stefano Pilati is reading this, we'd be happy to lead him to his missing footwear.

What do models eat? Despite frequent avowals that they live on burgers and fries, it seems they like a guilt-free treat as much as the rest of us. According to the owner of My Berry, an NYC-style smoothie joint that recently opened on Rue Vieille du Temple, there have been a lot of "very tall, very pretty girls" coming by of late. Although we'd like to think it's the vitamins in the fruit they're hunting down, we have a feeling it may be the fat-free frozen yogurt that's the draw. According to one visitor, "it's so good it tastes like ice cream."

Soaking wet one minute, burnt to a crisp the next. Tied up tight, scrubbed mercilessly, and teased endlessly. The life of a model during show season is hectic—and that's just her hair. For a better look into what modeling the collections is really like, we had Derek Blasberg spend the day with Coco Rocha in Paris. Multiple vente lattes and numerous fittings later, here's what he sent us.

Although Coco depends on her agent, Micki, for her schedule and her mother, Juanita, for her sanity (the two form her entourage), according to the supermodel herself, "I don't think I could do this without my driver, Phillip." Not just an expert at navigating the streets of he French capital and the first person Coco sees every morning (here they are at Starbucks, despite Coco's attempts at caffeine cutbacks), Phillip was trained in the army, worked as a bodyguard, and honed his fashion teeth driving Daria in seasons previous. "I had to fight to get him," Coco says.

In addition to her show schedule, Coco has other commitments this week—one is filming a reel for future film gigs, like fashion commercials and beauty contracts. She has, in fact, thought about making the jump to films. "I like old movies," Coco says. "So if I were to do a movie, I would want it to be like that. Or a musical—I don't like to sing, but I love to dance." In fact, that's how she was discovered: jigging at an Irish dance competition in her native Vancouver.

"It's hard to find time to come and visit my Coco," Juanita, the model's mother, told us. "Except during the fashion weeks, when I know where she'll be." Turns out, though, that Juanita has a bigger task at hand than catching up with her daughter—while she was in Milan, Coco's New York apartment was flooded. ("Now I have a pool," Coco deadpans.) So after Paris, Juanita, a flight attendant for Air Canada, will be hightailing it to the Big Apple to assess the damage. But first she posed with her daughter in front of one of her Yves Saint Laurent billboards. "What can I say?" Juanita said. "I'm a proud Mommy."

"Sometimes a go-see turns into a fitting," says Coco outside of the Sonia Rykiel offices. "Which is a good thing, 'cause it means I don't have to come back!" Depending on the clients, each show requires at least one fitting. (And with some designers, fittings can happen at all hours of the night.)

In addition to the perk of sharing the same oxygen as a fashion icon, one plus Coco lists about working with Karl Lagerfeld is that she also gets to work with Odile Gilbert, whom she caught up with backstage at Christian Lacroix, another show that the coiffeuse does. "She's always up for a good time," Coco says. "And she can make all this backstage mayhem seem like fun."

The backstage mayhem that Coco is referring to has a lot to do with the backstage photographers, seen here capturing the makeup looks at Lacroix. A life in front of the cameras wasn't exactly Coco's plan. "I was serious about dancing," she says. "But an agent in Vancouver kept pressing me to model, so one day I said I would. After doing some stuff in Asia and coming to New York, I was booked by Steven Meisel. And that will do it."

At yet another fitting (this one for Yves Saint Laurent), Coco catches up with the house's designer, Stefano Pilati. How is he doing at this point? "Not that good," he says. "It's the night before the show—at this point, I always hate it all!" But what about Coco? "Oh, I always love her."

Although Juanita had some concerns about what exactly the material was that gave Coco's hair the wet look at Hussein Chalayan (apparently, one season it was lip gloss, which isn't exactly easy to wash out), after her last show, Coco's spirits were up. "Finally, I get to see a bit of Paris," she said outside the Chalayan venue, which had a pretty good view of the Eiffel Tower. "But not for long." After this photo was taken, Coco had dinner with her French agents and then headed to bed—in just a few hours she'd have to be up for her Hermès and Chanel fittings. For more online Coco entertainment, check out her Web site: www.coco-rocha.com.

According to many (including Stefano Pilati, Riccardo Tisci, and Karl Lagerfeld), Mariacarla Boscono is the most photogenic face to come out of Italy since Sophia Loren. And now, having been in front of the camera for nearly a decade, she's starting to branch out into other forms of expression. For the past few years, she's studied acting (she starred in a production of "The Maids," with Margherita Missoni, at the Lee Strasberg studio in New York last year), and last night at the Givenchy party, she was testing out her newest passion: photography. Paparazzi photography, she joked as she snapped pics of pals like Lily Donaldson, Liya Kebede, and Jefferson Hack. "I figured people had gotten tired of pictures of me," she said. "But maybe they wouldn't mind pictures from me." We'll find out soon enough: Her pics from last night will be in an upcoming issue of Italian Vanity Fair.

An average day in the life of Jessica Stam is usually scheduled with military precision. But every once in a while, the fashion and casting gods will look down on a supermodel and say, "Take the morning off and go shopping." And that was yesterday morning. After she had breakfast at her hotel, Stam's driver delivered her to three stores before her Dries Van Noten, Alexander McQueen, and Stella McCartney fittings and Jean Paul Gaultier show. (At least that was the schedule when we left her.) The first, Isabel Marant, provided a scarf and "the best T-shirts in the world"; the second, Petit Bateau, provided "more of the best T-shirts in the world," as well as a present for a friend's newborn. (We'll tell you who if you promise not to spoil the surprise: Nicole Richie). Lastly, Stam descended into the Dior Homme dungeon for a new pair of jeans. "This doesn't happen every season," she assured us as she ran into an organic food shop for some soy milk. "But when it does, it's heaven." For another top model's crazy day, check in later this week when we spend a day with Coco Rocha.

When you're 29 years old and you've been strutting your stuff for the better part of the last decade, sooner or later you come face to face with the fickle nature of the modeling industry and its preference for the, er, fresher-faced. Enter model/actress Angela Lindvall, who we caught up with yesterday. "I don't give a shit about the shows," she said with bracing frankness. (Hey, you can take the girl out of Oklahoma…) "Don't get me wrong, I love Paris and that's why I'm here. But half the people don't want me anymore because I'm not 12. The shows that you see me in this week are the ones that stay loyal to me, and that's what's important right now." If you ask us, Lindvall has a point: We're already on record saying that the girls these days don't quite carry off the clothes the way they used to.

Last summer, when the Carla Bruni album "No Promises" was released on iTunes, we compiled a list of previous records by models-turned-musicians. Now, as the LP gets its official domestic release on good old-fashioned CD, we thought we'd return to Ms. Bruni's lite 'n' literary chansons to see if they've stood the test of time—they have—and also to note that as far as we can determine, there are no previous records by models-turned-musicians-turned-wives of heads of state (unless—and this is a stretch—you include Hillary Clinton on the basis of her Wellesley-era featurette in "Time" and the audio book "It Takes a Village"). So: Way to set a precedent, Mme Sarkozy! Corrections welcome, and in the meantime—it's your move, Irina.

Though some models skip London altogether, using the week to recover from New York and get ready for Milan, Anouck Lepère has been on the scene (the fact that her boyfriend, Jefferson Hack, is based here helps). And this despite the fact that she initially said she was only doing the Earth Pledge show this season. "London is a lot more relaxed, much less commercial than the New York shows," she said when we caught up with her at the Harrods party for Bamford last night. "We can all get together and just have a good time. And the shows are so much fun—some of them are just like art installations." Though guests such as Philip Treacy and Dan Macmillan lingered, Lepère, ever the professional, was getting ready to go, as she was walking in the Gareth Pugh show the next day—she just popped in to visit her friend Camilla Al Fayed.

Hippie chicks ruled the Anna Sui runway on Wednesday, but another kind of radical chic was in the air backstage after the show. Sarah Sophie Flicker had shown up to cheer on her Citizens Band cohort Karen Elson, and naturally—given that Flicker was proudly wearing an Obama pin—talk between the two friends quickly turned to the previous night's primary results. "After fashion week is over, we really have to figure out how to get out there and make something happen," Flicker exhorted Elson, before dashing back to the photo shoot from whence she'd come. "You know, back in England," Elson said later, "my brother indoctrinated me into Labor Party politics when I was just a kid. But I have to give Sarah Sophie credit for getting me into American politics. I'm so fascinated by this election, I really am." Elson confessed that she's not as annoyed with her adopted city of Nashville as Flicker thinks she is. "I'm not mad at Nashville for going for Hillary, not at all. I mean, I love Obama, don't get me wrong, but Hillary's pretty great, too. Frankly, I don't care who wins the election—as long as it's a Democrat."

Meet Alice Burdeu, the newest rising star of the modeling world. The delicate-looking Aussie redhead flew in for her first fashion week thinking she'd get booked for some of the hip, smaller shows. She did. Then she got booked for Proenza Schouler. Now we hear the people at Marc Jacobs are asking about her. Of course, nothing is confirmed until tonight, but with a winning streak like that, we'll be watching the European catwalks carefully.

High-stepping Coco Rocha has made a high-impact return to New York fashion week this season, walking for Halston, Carolina Herrera, Peter Som, Rag & Bone, Rodarte, Jonathan Saunders, Thakoon, Diane von Furstenberg…and so on. That's a schedule scary enough to unbalance the most Zen of composures and tighten the most Yoga Zoned of muscles. Yet Rocha is the model of unflappability. How does she do it? Did she learn some kind of limbering trick, back when she was but a step-dancing lass in Vancouver? As she dashed from Anna Sui's show at Bryant Park to Derek Lam's at the gone-but-not-forgotten Tunnel yesterday, we asked her. "I wish I could tell you I had a secret, but I don't. But I guess if I had to give a tip for staying sane, it'd be: Stick around the good vibes. You can't let other people's negative energy get you down." And, we might add, be a homebody. "I get home at 11. I never end up going to sleep before 1 a.m., but that's because I like to hang out in my apartment for a while. You know, watch TV, drink, eat, surf the Internet." She laughed. "That's my party!"

We had to ask Canadian model Julia Dunstall, who has gone from brown to blond to her current carrot hue, whether redheads have more fun. "I love being red," she said backstage at VPL yesterday. "It's a different kind of fun: crazy, hot, and spicy."

How did veteran models Amy Wesson and Danielle Zinaich end up walking for Jeffrey Costello and Robert Tagliapietra? Cue stylist Sally White Linley, who just shot the two for Pop with Solve Sundsbo and enlisted them to work with the jersey boys. Will we see Danielle at work again this week? "If something good comes up!"

Irina Lazareanu is used to juggling job titles. Although she's best known as a model, she's also been a songwriter with beau Pete Doherty and his band, Babyshambles, and a muse to Nicolas Ghesquière at Balenciaga. So it doesn't come as a shock that her Friday was divided between being a fashion week participant and an audience member. She started her day "with about 12 fittings," hopped into the front row at Erin Fetherston, swung by the Sue Stemp presentation at Norwood, and then, to fill her musical desires, visited pal Diego Garcia at Elise Øverland's presentation at Milk Studios. Actually, that was a mix of her musical and muse hats—Øverland asked to meet the trendsetter. "I think she's so stylish," Øverland said of the Doc Martens Lazareanu paired with her Erin Fetherston dress and Burberry trench. "I'd let her take anything out of here now." But being a model, muse, and musician gets tiring. "Let's go to Pop Burger," Lazareanu announced as she left Milk. "I need some carbs."

As of the close of day one of New York fashion week, the newcomer making the biggest splash was Abbey Lee. The Aussie teen logged more exits than almost anyone, newbie or vet, popping up everywhere from BCBG (above) to Rag & Bone and ending the day as the Erin Fetherston opener. Also causing a stir is Brazilian bombshell Aline W. We spotted her at Rag & Bone and Nicole Miller, but expect to see more of her as the week goes on.

On the evidence of the show packages we've received, it seems that recent discussions on racial diversity in modeling have had some impact on the model boards. We wouldn't call it a sea change—blondes and Eastern Europeans proliferate—but it's heartening to see women of color, like Korea's Seung-Hyun Kang, winner of Ford's Supermodel of the World contest, represented. Another new face that caught our eye is that of Austria Ulloa, who, despite her name, is not from that small Alpine country but the Dominican Republic. Ullola, likes to hang out at the movie theater when she's not playing volleyball or listening to music. Her favorite city? Paris, of course.