There are other things to worry about, BUT….

I am pretty sure Herve Leger is stalking me. I don’t want to jump to conclusions or anything, but everywhere I go, he is there.

I open a magazine, he’s in every one. I skim party pictures, he’s at every soiree. And every time I walk into an Intermix—which has been quite frequently lately—he is literally shouting my name.

I finally gave into his flirtation and tried on one of those bandage dresses of his, thinking it would be totally wrong for me. But on the contrary, it was quite fantastic.

If we thought those D&G bustier numbers did wonders for our physiques, these babies are an on-the-spot nip & tuck. Talk about non-invasive! And they literally look awesome on everyone.

The only problem here is the price tag. At just under four figures, this is the last attack I need on my (practically non-existent) checking account. I could make it work, but I shouldn’t. It’s bad for my overall health. Kind of like when you’re dating a guy you know is wrong for you, but you still want to go back for more. Oh wait, I do that too.

So now that Herve has gotten my attention and is totally in my head, my friends are only making it worse. They won’t stop talking about how wonderful he is just as I am trying to forget. Bitches.

Not to mention, we have this event coming up on Wednesday (Art Rocks! hope everyone bought their ticket) and I just got word that the dress I was planning to wear is sold out in my size. And the Herve that I wanted—which is obviously sold out in every other size and color—is just hanging there on the rack. As if it were waiting for me.

Final Word: I told you he was stalking me. Now I just need to decide if it’s worth it to really indulge his advances.

Super Saturday All Week Long....

Tomorrow the tenth annual Super Saturday will take over the Noah’s Ark Project in Watermill. Presented by Donna Karan, this “designer garage sale” gathers an impressive list of designers, clothing and accessories companies all whom sell their goods to benefit the Ovarian Cancer Research Fund, Inc. (OCRF).

Last year the event raised over 2.4 million dollars and it continues to attract quite the roster of celebrities, socialites, fashionistas and Hamponites.

But for those not willing to fork over $600 for an admissions ticket (if you can even get one) or sit in hours of traffic on 27 (Polo is bound to clog it up too) there is now a way for everyone to get their hands on the same discounted designer duds and contribute to the cause.

This year, Bluefly has paired up with the event to organize the first ever Super Saturday Aftersale, allowing their online devotees to score the same designer merchandise at 30-50% off.

“Shoppers across the country can finally experience the same thrill and excitement as if they attended Super Saturday, while knowing everything they purchase will be instrumental in the fight against ovarian cancer,” says Bluefly President and CEO Melissa Payner.

Final Word: Hit the beach, skip the sale, and contribute to the cause free from heat-stroke and Patrick McMullan from your desktop on Monday.

Time to Make the Donuts, Biotch!!

Apparently Naomi Campbell has begun listening to her publicist. After several bitch-slapping/ phone-tossing incidents, this infamous elitist’s public persona was calling for some serious damage control.

The result, I must say, is an interesting one.

Clad in a bright pink Giambattista Valli dress and Prada heels, the former supermodel will appear in a multi-million dollar television ad campaign for Dunkin’ Donuts.

Yes, Dunkin’ Donuts.

While the ad is said to have Campbell poking fun at herself and her recent “bad” behavior, I highly doubt the idea was driven by her cunning sense of humor. She is clearly trying to rectify her mass-market image and make a quick mil.

But a supermodel endorsing Dunkin’ Donuts? I mean, honestly, is nothing sacred? This “fashion for the masses” movement is getting out of hand.

Final Word: If Naomi Campbell can’t physically abuse her help and walk away unscathed, who can? F-it. We’re bringing bitchy back.