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Lululemon accused of not carrying bigger sizes, Prada wants men in skirts, not even Vogue editors can walk in Alexander McQueen’s shoes

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Footwear from Alexander McQueen's spring/summer 2010 show

• While some are praising Toronto fashion week as a bona-fide fashion event, we hear the work’s not over yet. David Graham applauds the designers snagged by the Fashion Design Council of Canada but thinks next year, the FDCC needs more A-list talent. (Well, duh.) Graham wants to see Toronto phenoms Jeremy Laing, Lida Baday and Michael Kale in the tents, too. [Toronto Star]

• Does Lululemon cater only to skinny yogis? One shopper complains that a Lulu employee told her the shop would be discontinuing size 12 outfits because bigger sizes are not within the company’s target demographic of young, high-income, childless women. [National Post]

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Lindsay Lohan’s Ungaro collection includes pasties, Carine Roitfeld freaks out at Galliano show, Irving Penn dies at 92

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John Galliano’s fashion show started an hour late, forcing guests, who were already snippy about having to trek to the inconvenient location, to wait in the pouring rain. A particularly pissed Carine Roitfeld chewed up a PR rep, who couldn’t find the French Vogue editor a glass of water. Once inside, the roof began to leak and water dripped on spectators. Not surprisingly, the collection was met with tepid feedback. [Telegraph]

• Just about every fashion critic on Earth trashed Lindsay Lohan’s first collection (hot pink, skin-tight silhouettes and heart-shaped nipple pasties) as Emanuel Ungaro’s “artistic advisor.” But the Washington Post put it best: “It lacked finesse, sophistication, technical skill and any evidence of good taste.” At least there weren’t any leggings. [Washington Post]

• The dim financial future of Christian Lacroix looks a little brighter after the announcement that Sheikh Hassan Ben Ali al-Naimi lI of the United Arab Emirates has offered to take over the house, which filed for bankruptcy four months ago. We’ll find out on October 20 whether or not the bid is successful. Fingers crossed. [AFP]

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THE BEST & WORST OF TIFF ’08: Our Scene & Herd reporters list their most desperate moments, most exciting celebrity encounters and most hostile starlet

Most unexpected confession from a celebrity: “I mean, I have sex…and my sex is very, very boring. Very sloppy. I mean, I’m a total bottom and don’t get up on top,” said Kevin Smith, director of Zack and Miri Make a Porno.

Most frustrating “look but don’t touch” moment: The cake buffet at the Holt Renfrew bash was for your eyes only. And once, Brad Pitt was 20 feet away, giving us a raised-eyebrow stare-down, but he remained totally off limits. Many more best and worsts, after the jump.

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The Velvet Rope

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Wheelchair-bound fan slapped by rabid gawker as Lindsay Lohan and Samantha Ronson land at Ultra

What do Lindsay Lohan and Samantha Ronson have to do with the Toronto International Film Festival? Nothing. And everything. Headlining the eTalk party and closing out 10 days of star-studded excitement at an unofficial TIFF party at Ultra, this tabloid twosome overshadowed the film program and created a pop-culture media circus over personalities, champagne, short shorts and intoxicated blitz. Critics got angry, Torontonians got confused and little girls became violent, trying to push their way to the VIP front lines for a glimpse of the red-headed troublemaker. Our own LiLo sighting and a slap fight with a wheelchair-bound fan, after the jump.

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Conga line at Park Hyatt goes absolutely nowhere (or, come back, celebrities, we miss you already)

“Where are we going?” said the messy conga line on the Park Hyatt rooftop last night. The response? “Where aren’t we going!” Apparently, someone in the financial district got wind that there was a festival happening in Toronto—who knew?—and brought all their broker buddies to the top of the Hyatt to hang with the celebrities. The minute the celebs left, the classiest joint in town reverted to a deteriorating Copacabana of bottom feeders who thought they had dodged security and made it to the VIP. After the jump, our sad, hilarious collisions with two of them.

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Friday, September 12, 2008

Our daily roundup of opening galas, parties and screenings.

•2:30 p.m. Che (Part 2) at the Visa Screening Room (Elgin)•6 p.m. Kanchivaram at the Visa Screening Room (Elgin)•6:30 p.m. The Loss of a Teardrop Diamond at Roy Thomson Hall•8:30 p.m. The Celluloid Closet free public screening at Yonge-Dundas Square•9 p.m. Nothing But the Truth at the Visa Screening Room (Elgin)•9:30 p.m. The Good, the Bad, the Weird North American premiere at Roy Thomson Hall•10 p.m. Samantha Ronson DJ night hosted by Lindsay Lohan at Ultra Supper Club

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Paris Hilton titillates the surging masses at Ultra Supper Club

At 11 o’clock last night, the swarm of paparazzi was thick all the way down Ultra Supper Club’s black carpet as dozens of folks waited for one Paris Hilton. The rain was falling and the swarm of media hacks was ready with giant umbrellas to scooch under to protect their cameras. We were among them. This was not a moment to be missed; we just had to deal with the man pressed up against us, the bulge in his pants locked to our behind. But not this, nor the rain, nor the choking clouds of cologne was going to keep us from leaning in to get an utterance from the world’s most famous young blonde. Prior to her arrival, we overheard every line imaginable being spat at the bouncers, as desperate Paris look-alikes clamoured to see their idol. Suddenly, we had overwhelming sympathy for every doorman in town. After the jump, the arrival of Paris and why fame is so easy for her.

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Lohan and Lesbohan at the eTalk party: skinny legs and side cleavage

Samantha Ronson deejayed (read: played songs from her laptop) at the eTalk party on Friday, while a stern female bodyguard wagged a finger at anyone who tried to snap photos of the Lesbohan. The waifish Ronson actually spun some good tunes, starting with M.I.A.’s “Paper Planes”—the gunshots in that song always get the privileged class going, for some reason. A chain-smoking Lindsay Lohan was onstage as well, answering phone calls and trying to hide in the corner behind 4 Korners, the assisting DJs. A patron later commented that the top Lohan was wearing gave her “side cleavage,” which we think is this year’s faux pas equivalent to the muffin top.—Melita Kuburas

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Puff Daddy pops and Lindsay Lohan texts at the eTalk Daily party

Friday’s eTalk party at the CTV building is in the running for crassest party at TIFF—or at least the one most resembling a barnyard. It took 20 minutes to get a drink, and it was enormously undignified to be smooshed on the stairwell and yelled at like third graders by security. Just another night out in the entertainment district? Maybe—but then something of Biblical proportion started to take shape. Gospel chants began, then drumbeats escalated to an intense degree. It felt as though the CTV parking lot was about to split open and money would blow up from the ground. Diddy had arrived. “Bad Boy 4 Life” kicked in and infected the crowd. It didn’t matter if you were behind the stage, rammed up against a fence or front and centre amid a sea of busty blondes—everyone simultaneously started to shake their rump with punctuating gang signs. It was a CTV corporate crunk-down. After the jump, our search for Lindsay Lohan.

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This Just In

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The Buzz: Venice Film Festival is pissed at TIFF

• A Venice Film Festival official says his fest is trying to steal TIFF’s thunder with the premiere of Rachel Getting Married. He accuses TIFF of forcing producers to choose between the two festivals. [Variety]

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The modern-day rickshaw will spirit celebrities away from feral fans

Perhaps it’s because David Suzuki has been wagging his finger at us all year, or maybe it’s because the world as we know it is doomed, but in TIFF’s 33rd year, we are spotting flashes of green between the red carpets.

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Jonathan Black rear-ends celebrity status

Well, it’s not exactly Britney Spears shaving her head, but when Jonathan Black allegedly bounced his vehicle—what the Toronto Star characterized as his “luxury” car—off the back of a GMC Safari van last Thursday, he verged, however briefly, into the tawdry world of Lindsay Lohan, celebutantes, the paparazzi and whatever else it is that fuels the 24/7 not-so-beau monde of TMZ, Perez Hilton and X17online. Jonathan hasn’t hit Brangelina status quite yet, but the reach of the story should give the Canadian media pause. The story has made it all the way to The Sydney Morning Herald and the Malaysia Star.

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The Screening Room

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Bobby

Watching Emilio Estevez’s Bobby gives one a new appreciation (in case any of us had forgotten) for the artistry of the late Robert Altman. Trying to capture the hopeful spirit he felt was lost with the assassination of Presidential aspirant Robert Kennedy at LA’s Ambassador Hotel in 1968, Estevez weaves together the lives of 22 characters working or staying at the hotel that night (none of whom are either Kennedy himself or his assassin, Sirhan Sirhan). Landmark, era-defining films such as Nashville are alluded to in Estevez’s long, unifying, Altmanesque tracking shots. Given the height of genius it’s cribbing from—and the palpable passion the director feels for his subject—Bobby should have been a great film, a thoughtful meditation on an alternate American past (and present) that that assassination might have kiboshed: one without Nixon, race riots, or Iraq. You can see that’s where Estevez wants to go. Unfortunately, his writing and direction are too ham-fisted to translate what he sees in his head (and heart) to the screen.

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As American as Bebop-a-Reebop Rhubarb Pie

I wanted to see Robert Altman’s Prairie Home Companion for a number of reasons.

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