What exactly does one have to do to land an article in Harper's Bazaar? Not much — just be famous. Celebs writing for mags, while nothing new, is just another annoyance on the list of things that peeve aspiring journalists. Honestly, how does your average Brown grad stand a chance of landing a byline when the competition is Demi Moore's boyfriend and Diddy's best friend? As The Envelope observed last week, Ashton was doing his homework while attending the Narciso Rodriquez show.

It looked to some observers as if Ashton Kutcher was intently writing a shopping list for his lady love at the Narcisco Rodriquez (sic) runway show.

But the actor was actually working. He was taking notes for an article on fashion shows that he's penning for Harpers Bazaar. And no, this isn't a Punk'd prank. At least, I don't think so.

While we do have our doubts that Ashton is actually any good, we guess we should be happy that Bazaar is at least commissioning a real celeb. Unlike, say, Glamour, who just grabs the first B-List socialite they can find and slap all over every inch of their mag.

Hollywood heads to the Big Apple for Fashion Week [Elizabeth Snead, The Envelope]

Ok, so even though the last day of Olympus Fashion Week is technically tomorrow, we just couldn’t wait on the all the scoop streaming in.

Official sponser Fashion Week Daily is your best source for your basic coverage — it's how we discovered that today is by far the best show day of the entire week (Zac Posen, Vera Wang, and Calvin Klein?) But, everyone from the New York Observer to Overheard in New York is on this crazy scene (even the freakin' Washington Post sent their blogger), and we’re stuck, living vicariously through their glam.

But because we sit at home talking to our plants, and you actually have to try to pass for "with it" out in the real world, we’ll give you a little glimpse at what all the fashionistas, glitterati, and socialites are talking about.

We’re sure you can sneak out to lunch and crash some party of some kind in the Bryant Park area. And by sneak out, we mean read this in a corner with a mini bottle of champagne and go back to work drunk, talking about how great the foie gras at the Four Seasons is.

• For those who actually care more about the clothes than the gossip, Women’s Wear Daily is a bible of daily updates, which they prove by giving as much play to the chattered over Marc Jacobs show as they shed on Carolina Herrera’s demure glamour shots. [Fall 2006: The New York Reviews, WWD]

• Yet, this by no means implies that the gossips take a break in this most huffed about season in New York. Lunch at Michael’s reminds us that Fashionistas don’t eat, while Overheard in New York pulls out the priceless one-liners that would make even Anna Wintour chuckle.

• And those sneaky little Observers! Nobody even sees them coming (especially since the models don’t read). Choire Sicha’s version of hell is Lindsay Lohan in Marc, while ours is Laguna Beach’s L.C. in the front row of any fashion show. [Projectile Runway, NYO]

• The Washington Post screams “we were there, too!” by sending new fashion blogger, Robin Givhan to get smacked by fashion frenzy. She likely spent the entire week tossing her hands in exasperation, and thinking “D.C is so much more organized. What, are these people on drugs?” (Not drugs drugs … just lots of blow.) [Off the Runway, WaPo]

• Eric Wilson, Cathy Horyn, and Guy Trebay, interview Marc Jacobs and Ralph Lauren … plus all the slide shows you could ever want. Oh, and start paying to attention to spunked out Alice Roi, who will probably start get name dropped at the Nylon party tomorrow. [Fall Fashion 2006, NYT]

• Where’s the only place you’ll find The Fake Paris Hilton, Narciso Rodriguez, and the Olsen Twins on one page? Dahling, of course New York magazine pulls out all the stops with la creme: Aja Magnum, Amy Larocca, and Daniel Maurer. (Ok, we had to go back to being media nerds at some point.) [Runway Talk, NYM]

We're convinced that Marc Jacobs is the only designer who ever gets any attention because, well, he's the only one who talks to the press. But you gotta' dig deep to get the good stuff. So, check out the all the labels, and the looks … and then go try to score knock-off and vintage versions at Century 21, Screamin' Mimi's, and Daffy's. Before they all get swallowed whole by H&M.