It’s totally Trovata for my first meeting with David Remnick.
I think he’d get the cheek of the check with the tiny shorts, left.

This little Trovata get-up feels so fresh, I could wear it every day of the week. I love the detail of the small check that appears with the rolled-up sleeve.

I could wear this Yigal Azrouel dress, left, every remaining warm Saturday night of 2008. It would pack great for Thanksgiving in Palm Beach Gardens too.

I want this BCBG jumpsuit, left, for my next freelancer lunch at Cafe Cluny.

This red BCBG is the perfect non-maternity maternity dress. In winter, you could layer black leggings and a long-sleeve underneath.

I know all of you are swamped with the shows. But you must remember to check out the Colette x Gap pop-up at 54th and 5th. I will be the one wearing the biggest grin because the in-laws have got the MILFspring for the day.

p.s. Check out these inside pics, sourced from Amy Odell of The Cut.

If you were a model, how awesomely flattering would it be to play Michelle Obama in a spread in Bazaar? Even if the concept is hokey and derivative, Michelle Obama is a very cool superstar. Now, let’s imagine that, in the name of fair-and-balanced photographing, Bazaar commissioned a similar First Lady spread about the McCains. If you were Amber Valletta a model, how would you feel if approached about being cast as Cindy McCain? Probably a little different than Tyra Banks felt when she was cast as Michelle Obama. But that’s just a guess.

The logging industry needn’t worry about the imminent departure of the Republicans, for it has a helpful friend in Miranda Brooks, a landscape architect who is a contributing editor at Vogue. In a spread about a recent Long Island hatchet job, the caption describing the picture at left gushes with a disconcertingly blithe spirit about chopping down trees: “Densely planted trees were cleared with the help of the estate’s nine full-time gardeners, to create a meadow with loose box balls.” See what I mean? I’m unsure whether to be offended by the ballsiness or worried by the obliviousness. Because if you were an editor working on a puff piece at Vogue — which obviously doesn’t adhere to Timesian journalistic standards — and you learned this piece of unflattering information, wouldn’t you bury it?