I've been coveting associate fashion editor Alexandra Willinger's leather bomber jacket for months now. It's worn in, and fits her perfectly, and makes her look tough even though she's probably the nicest person in the office. The problem with this particular quest is that leather bomber jackets tend to be expensive, and I'm not ready to plow lots of money into something that I probably won't wear every day. Which is why I'm going to test-drive the effect with this version—which has the big-time bonus of being hooded. Sure, it's made of polyurethane, but if I find myself wearing it all the time I'll spring for the real deal.

I'm obsessed with this lipstick: It moisturizes like gloss, it lasts for hours, and the color is the perfect nude-mauve. The tube is strangely, appealingly light-saber-like (there's no cap; you twist it and the lipstick emerges from a small trapdoor), and it was developed by a dermatologist with SPF20, peptides, and antiaging ingredients.

... Which is why I can't throw it out even though it looks like this:

Honestly, I know I'm pushing my luck here, and even I'm barfing a little over my bride-to-be self, but thankfully this whole wedding situation will be over in about 10 days (yes, that means I can now obsessively check Weather.com's 10-day forecast—kill me). But...until then: Updates!

Flipping channels the other night I happened to catch the Marc Jacobs and Louis Vuitton documentary. TiVo it if you haven't seen it already'he's riveting and it's fascinating to learn about all the different parts that have to come together to produce his collections. It's an insane and amazing process, and I was inspired enough to take another look at what the latest is from Marc by Marc Jacobs (though not covered in the movie, it's the only one of his lines I can actually afford).

To: Jean Godfrey-June, Cristina Mueller, beauty department

This might seem a little bananas, but this trend for scarves-as-headbands is rampant over here in London—and Topshop just showed it on the runway for spring 09. X

I'm thrilled that Australian label Mink Pink is finally available to buy online (I first spotted it at the sadly-not-yet-e-commerce Lady in Los Angeles). It's a prime example of how style, affordability, and quality never have to be mutually exclusive. I love this simple white blouse—it's girlier than something I would normally choose, but the bow is so outlandish I think it works. I would go for a full-on black-tie effect (I know! I know! But I can't help myself!) by wearing it with a tailored black blazer and my favorite J Brand jeans, though it would arguably look slightly less uniform-like with a pencil skirt and a cardigan.

At dinner this past Saturday night at Bacaro, a cave-like, candlelit Italian restaurant buried deep in the Lower East Side, I noticed a wedding party sitting near our table. It took me a while to register what it was, since the bride had bucked tradition and was wearing a floor-length A-line gunmetal gray dress and clutching a little bouquet of blood red lilies. She looked absolutely stunning—equal parts romantic, glamorous, and goth—very befitting the medieval vibe of the space. The finishing touch was the elaborate feather headband in her long dark hair, which made her look that much more over-the-top chic. It's not something I would have ever thought to attempt myself, but seeing how beautifully she pulled it off makes me more game to try. Here's the one I found that looks closest to what she was wearing—I think it's best to follow her lead and pair it with something simply cut and evening-y.

It's hard to imagine this now, but once upon a time—before it became the purveyor of prettily sleek, on-trend clothes it is today—Banana Republic was a store that sold clothes for world travelers, specifically people who were going on safari. It competed with the J. Peterman catalog and its retail locations were filled with Jeeps covered in branches and tons of "exotic" items like mosquito nets. The Gap bought Banana Republic in 1983 and changed its vision, but even when I was kid I can remember BR feeling outdoorsy and super-preppy, like what a good-looking early-'80s anthropologist would wear when traveling. I found a handful of vintage BR pieces on eBay today—like this woven belt, tie-waist jacket, and

I've been really digging Forever 21's riff on all things tribal this season (unsurprisingly), but I've been holding myself back since I own way more boldly patterned tops than I need. Yet I feel compelled to buy this tunic—which looks straight out of Santa Fe—since its length makes it an automatic multitasker. I'll wear it belted and paired with leggings and boots or layered over jeans with a long, bulky cardigan on top.

Who knew they all love opera? The ratio of famous to normal was about three to one at the opening of the Metropolitan Opera a few nights ago, and the variety in TYPE of famous person was astounding. (I tend to think of "celebs" as a single tanned, bleached, closely fit, cut-on-the-bias, bright-eyed entity.) Taylor Momsen sidled past James Taylor. Yo-Yo Ma and Martha Stewart. Jane Fonda and Julianna Margulies and Ann Patchett. Rufus Wainwright and Lucky cover girl Parker Posey. Just think of the potential hybrid vigor!

But Faye Dunaway in wild, wild long gray hair took the full-on fantastic celebrity cake: She is sexy because her whole being radiates: "I am FAYE DUNAWAY. Go ahead and try to top that!" Having borne witness to several horrifyingly rearranged faces of the formerly gorgeous in recent weeks, I can tell you this is no small beauty secret. It might take some work to achieve, but you know, so does the alternative.

—Jean Godfrey-June, beauty director