"Pete Wentz wears makeup and clearly is confident enough not to be threatened by any assumptions his fans or nonfans might come to," a source tells Tiger Beat The New York Times. (NYT) (Spoiled Pretty)

Kim Kardashian, the velour tracksuit-clad minx and baby-voiced reality star and human, sextape-making hybrid ofA Jessica Rabbit and Princess Jasmine,A will launch a fragrance and possibly a makeup collection.(Spoiled Pretty)

Queen Latifah gets her own perfume, too. But does her trainer like it? (The Budget Fashionista)

Irish-jigging model Coco Rocha on the perils of her new hair color: "In the modeling world it's like they want it really, really red," she says. "But to live with really, really red is like being a character." Indeed! (The Cut)

Non-jig-dancing model Jessica Stam teaches us how to walk like a model in this cute clip. (For Stam's 'how NOT to walk' tutorial, click here. Ouch.) (My Fashion Life)

I saw many things backstage at fashion week—hairstyling, makeup techniques—but I spent most of the time checking out the models. I LOVE models (not male models, though; please), so backstage is heaven for me. What were they like? It varies, but my favorites were glamorously stony and silent: scowling in their makeup chairs, declining to be photographed (um, you're a model?), staring vacantly in the mirror, complaining about needing Advil, ruining their lipstick by wandering over to make out with their hunky in-the-corner boyfriends, and so on.

Then there were the "nice", "normal" models, who were...A A

- Eating! A lot! Constantly!A Salami and baguettes and pasta and cookies and real, not Diet, Coke from catering.
- Finishing Sudoku puzzles in minutesA
- Reading books (Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs)A and The Herald Tribune!
- Smiling and thanking me when I told them how extra-beautiful they looked (sounds creepy, but I was interviewing the makeup artist!).
- Napping on a pile of coats in the corner for literally two hours (let's hope this was an innocent snooze—oh, you know what I mean).

The one thing I can't figure out is how they all have truly perfect skin. It's insane. You'd think that with all the traveling and gunky makeup and scruffy-boyfriend backstage-makeouts that a LITTLE acne might pop up, but no. Last weekA I saw one of my favorite movie stars--who always looks like her skin is perfectA (clues: romantic comedies, long-haired spawn, torrid affairs)--on the street, and SHE was horriblyA broken out--but never, ever the models! What's up with that?

—Cat Marnell, associate beauty editor

You know when something is so glamorous you can barely stand it? The press kit YSL Beauty sent for their new Rouge Volupt??* lipcolors: It's a big glossy book full of gorgeous photos of Kate Moss applying lipstick, and I have been obsessing over it for months. My favorite is being used in the ad campaign: a black-and-white shot with a big "X" in fuchsia lipstick over Kate's face, clearly channeling Bert Stern's The Last Sitting portraits of Marilyn Monroe. As Rachel Zoe would say, "I DIE."

—Cat Marnell, Associate Beauty Editor

*The new lipsticks, incidentally, are A-M-A-Z-I-N-G—I use #17, a bright poppy red.

Ashlee Simpson, Brittany Murphy, and I smell just alike, and to that I say: grrrrreat. We all wear Comptoir Sud Pacifique Vanille Abricot, and I know this because I read celebrityfragranceguide.com, the definitive online resource for creepy beauty editors who want to know how famous people smell up close.

The site is also a resource for gift ideas. Barbara Bush wears White Shoulders--perfect for my crotchety old "Nanny" Marnell, former President of the Republican Women of Pennsylvania. "Here," I'll say to a future boyfriend, handing him a bottle of Creed Silver Mountain Water. "It's about time you smelled more like Carlos Leon."

And there's gossip! Jude Law's ex-wife and former Frost French designer Sadie Frost and his fiancee-until-he-shagged-the-nanny Sienna Miller wear Penhaligon's Bluebell—weird! Also, back before Kate Moss—BFF (allegedly with benefits!) of Sadie—was hocking her own scent, SHE wore Bluebell too. And Kate and Sienna have also shared various male model/rock-star, perhaps-Bluebell-enchanted paramours. Dramz!

Over in L.A., Nicole Richie wears Majenty Hidden Cove—and so does Haylie Duff, sister of Nicole's baby's daddy Joel Madden's ex-girlfriend Hilary! Nicole has also worn Quelques Fleurs by Houbigant (Lucky, in fact, was first to disclose this information in our February 2006 issue)—and so does her friend Nicky Hilton.

And finally, Blake Lively loves the intriguingly named Ooh La La Shimmering Fragrance Mist, which I couldn't find on the Internet but which sounds like something Serena van der Woodsen generously picks up for the maid when she's waiting for her Valtrex prescription at CVS. Now the big question: Does this fascinate anyone besides me?

—Cat Marnell, beauty assistant

Nodding off in a makeup chair is not hot unless you are Jessica Stam, and surely I am not. However, that's what I spent much of the morning doing, being shot for the pages of Lucky (as any reader knows, it's part of the job). At the downtown studio by 8:30AM and spackled with smoked-out gel liner and spidery false lashes as if preparing for a night of sensuous cage dancing at Club Tequila Las Vegas, I groggily made several pronouncements to the makeup artist, hairstylist, photographer, and crew, all people whom I did not in any capacity know: "That face cream is made of baby foreskin and I'm obsessed with it!" I volunteered. "This weekend I watched Eyes Wide Shut four times!"

Then there was the actual smiling-for-the-camera thing. "Don't, um, grimace," the photographer said. "Relax your mouth. Deep breath. Okay, now smile with your eyes. Relax your mouth. Turn toward me? Okay, umm, unclench your feet." "Prune," I whispered to myself, as the Olsen twins do. "Chin up," said the photographer. "RELAX YOUR MOUTH!"

The worst, though, was returning to the office post-shoot and being, by chance, introduced to a famously glamorous executive at my company that I didn't anticipate meeting EVER, so important is she. "I don't—I don't usually wear this much makeup," I stammered, my left eye twitching desperately to expel an errant mascara clump as humiliation flushing through four layers of foundation. "Great meeting you!"

Then it was upstairs to a different photo studio for my 'cute outfit' to be shot for the Lucky website. "Have you seen Eyes Wide Shut?!" I shouted over the music and the whir of the wind machine. "With Nicole Kidman and Tom Cruise and he's the rich doctor and he goes to that bananas masked sex-cult party with the prostitutes..."

"If you want to get out of here fast like you say you do, you need to stop talking," said the photographer." And so I did.

—Cat Marnell, associate beauty editor