We interrupt this stream of fashion-oriented blog entries with an important announcement: Caius will NOT be in ‘The Twilight Saga: Eclipse’. Sorry for going all pop cultural on y’all, but this abomination calls for an all-media overtake.

Apart from Tiny Lisa Marie Presley (that’s Kristen Stewart, for those of you who don’t collect K-Stew promo pics), did we all attend a minimum of three screenings of ‘New Moon’ for anyone else in that film? Okay, maybe Edward… I don’t want to get my house TP’ed by angry tween girls. But apart from him?

It certainly wasn’t for Lobster Boy, River-Island-sales-assistant Boy, Kelly Taylor’s husband, the guy who may or may not have played the chief in Legends of the Fall, Tony ‘Crazy Eyes’ Blair, or the emo who plays Dakota’s brother. I mean, no Caius?!

They might as well do a ‘Buffy’ without Spike. Or a ‘Vampire Diaries’ without Damon (God knows they already killed off Anna). Or an ‘Interview with the Vampire’ without Lestat. Or a ‘Shadow of the Vampire’ without Count Orlok. Or a ‘Dracula’ without Lucy. Or, Heaven forbid, a ‘Fearless Vampire Killers’ without – deep breaths – Herbert von Krolock!

Please, someone – set up a petition. Bring Caius back! Repent!

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Above all pavements in London, the Bond Street pavement must be the most sublime. Those proud, old stones which so gracefully sit on the Bond Street soil, so rich in memories of decade upon decade of being touched by the soles of the creme de la creme of Londoners and their guests. If only the willful builders of yesteryear could have foreseen the exquisite calibre of uber-distinguished pedestrians, which would one day tread upon the Bond Street pavestones; the fruit of their magnificent labour. Yes, indeed, it doesn’t get classier than this.

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Flicking through one of Denmark’s most esteemed house and garden magazines on the plane back to London last night, we discovered this piece of absolute filth. The ad basically reads: “Try before you buy” – or the more direct translation: Have sex in our showroom shower – that way you’ll know where not to place the shower pole.

And the tagline for the company? “Bathroom dreams come true”. You don’t say.

I’m not really sure what the fashion angle on this one is, other than I’m pretty sure the stylist who did this lacks one entirely.

Image courtesy of Bad & Design, snapshot courtesy of DANSK

It’s Sunday morning in Paris and that means an overload of KIDS on the front row…

We hate kids at fashion shows.  Get a f****** nanny!!!

Spotted: Tavi at Couture week sporting a graphite rinse through her fair ‘do. There’s only one deduction to make from this and it’s that the teeny blogger’s been reading DANSK. In case you missed it (thanks to covergirl Gisele the issue sold out in record time, so you are excused), we predicted the rise of grey hair as the choice de jour for rebellious fashion blondes in our last issue.

We know she’s been burdened with the label of ‘fashion prodigy’, but surely we’re the trend oracle on this one? Sorry for blowing our own trumpet for a moment, it’s not fair to get all competitive with a child, but when the industry lets them command front row… Deep breath… Anyhow, with her natural inclination towards granny chic and tender age (sorry, but grey hair looks best against youth-fresh skin), dearest Tavs has taken the look a step beyond. Bravo!

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Last night, a friend of DANSK went to Shoreditch House, where, at one point, she went out for a cigarette. A familiar looking gentleman came up to her and asked if he could have a cigarette. “Sure,” she said, offered him one from the pack and turned around. “Do you not know who I am?” The man then said. Mildly amused by his choice of words, our friend smiled and said: “No. No, I don’t.”

Annoyed by our friend’s unwillingness to encourage his VIP gene, he loudly declared that he was in fact the very famous hairdresser (and morning television personality) of a very famous British supermodel and designer, who happened to be having her prominently-attended birthday party upstairs. “You’ve cut your hair?” Our friend said to the hairdresser and turned around once again.

After the hairdresser had left, our friend reached into her pocket to grab another cigarette only to discover that he had indeed taken the whole pack. “Not so much of a big shot, after all, are we?” Our friend thought to herself and went back to her table where she emptied the bottle of Mumm that she – you know – had actually paid for herself.

Image courtesy of Philip Morris

The escalators at King’s Cross St. Pancras are some of the finest in London. Please take a moment to consider the handy-work that’s gone into the casting of the metal. The finesse in the aluminium boards is world-class.

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London Fashion Centre… Finsbury Park.

So THAT’S where it is! Was wondering about that.

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Much has been said about the highlight of the Paris S/S 10 season. (Lindsay Lohan’s riveting debut for Emanuel Ungaro, as if we had to clarify.) But we haven’t said anything and therefore the subject is yet to be closed. Such panache! Such flair! Such extraordinary use of gigantic nipple pasties! (We’d never thought to use them as hats – silly us.)

Lindsay truly taught the industry a valuable lesson: don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it! Or is that, try anything twice? Or… maybe… try it somewhere else? We, however, look forward to readers’ pictures of y’all trying on the spring/summer collection. It might be hard to find in shops, but keep looking.

www.wikipedia.com / poster courtesy of Summit / snapshot courtesy of DANSK