Here’s a tip for black parents with high-fashion-model aspirations for their children: get the kid a gargantuan afro on the order of Chevy Chase as Fletch playing out his Lakers fantasy, when Chick Hearn announces Fletch is “Six-five — six-nine with the afro.” Why? Flip through Cookie this month, and you’ll see that the token black kid in every fashion editorial and advertisement gains a good half-foot with his or her coily coif. On the other hand, if your son insists on a closely shaved head, you can find him work with black companies like Phat Farm and RocaWear. This is not, it appears, an option for little girls. Or for anybody seeking work with Ralph Lauren, Catimini or the Cookie fashion department.

In the Hermes “Indian Winter” campaign, is Italian model Mariacarla Boscono meant to evoke one of those rare, light-skinned Kashmiris?

How stressful is the arrival of New York’s Fall Preview? All the stuff you’re meant to loooove to do because you live in New York, that you don’t have time to do because you’re working so hard in an effort to: a) make a living, b) get noticed, or c) maintain relevancy. (Check, check, check.) Or you plain don’t feel like doing a darn thing, or your life has been taken over by out-of-towners, or you are writing nursery school essays while searching for every single angle that will land your 19-month-old a spot at the right place so you don’t screw up the rest of her life. (Check, check, check.)