Some people dress terribly on a full-time basis; it's part of their persona. Were they to dress like normal folks they'd be almost invisible. But during Fashion Week in New York, the uberchic get their freak on. Are we missing something?

It's got to be a joke. Look at what Anna is wearing. Just look at it! If that jacket wasn't so obviously tailored I'd say maybe she lost her shirt somehow, but no. It's supposed to look like that. And I bet it cost more than most of her staffers make in a week.

The skirt ... purple pleated wonder that it is ... makes Anna's hips billow out from under the ratty brown coat, giving her that outdated matronly look she constantly strives for, but rarely achieves. The winning look is completed with those brown suede boots Anna's been wearing for the last six months, day in and day out.

OK, I joke, but it's really not that funny. Anna would never dress that badly unintentionally. Andre Leon, most definitely. But Anna? Never. So it has to be a joke. We don't get it; we just get to live it. I could buy an entire new wardrobe for what Anna spends on one couture gown - but nobody would care what I'm wearing. Perhaps it's best that way.