The brand new blog A little Honey has come across some awesome customized Obama Air Force One low-top sneakers. "Oh wow" is really all that can be said.

If you've ever attended the shows at Fashion Week, you know that reading Lynn Yaeger's diary about that experience is a lot more fun that partaking in it first-hand. This time around, Yaeger gets distracted by Forever 21, dissed by Diane Von Furstenberg, sees a boob at Betsey Johnson's show, and witnesses the unbelievable at the Sean John show: a model makes it all the way down the runway with toilet paper trailing from her shoe! Oh, the horror. It's too good. (This reminds me of when my sister would pray for the baton-twirlers to drop their stick during the Macy's parade.)

But the best part might be this:

Steve Keene, who makes art that even we can afford, has moved his store a few blocks. If you've never been, bring about ten bucks over there this Sunday (or by appointment) and stock up on presents and decorations for your whole family. The girl head pictured above is our latest score. It cost about $3.

Check out the SKSK blog for your further news and musings.

Steve Keene

93 Guernsey Street

Greenpoint
for appointments: info@stevekeene.com

Here's the thing. I know I'm no great thinker. My entertainment choices are nothing to be proud of. If I had DVR, I would probably tape The Real Housewives of Orange County. When I see a heinous accident on the highway, my urge is to pull over and take photos. But Project Runway (which I love and will watch as long as it's on, despite the headline of this post) is beginning to offend my intellect.

Here is a picture of the mean Asian randomly sewing a bunch of denim onto the bottom of a jacket she probably snatched out of someone else's arms to begin with because, as she likes to announce, she's competitive.

Well, even though the fat guy made a dress that would only be appropriate for the love interest in a Color Me Badd video, he's hanging in for another week. It seems Bravo couldn't resist a bitch-off between Jillian and Victorya's heinous coat-dress-things. Jillian's might have been even uglier, but at least it seemed harder to make, and there you have it.

Other things that happened in this episode:

This year, ditch the film canister, the baggy, and the recycled spice jar for a pretty little weed box from Jonathan Adler. Santa would want you to be stylishly stoned. Mary Jane Jar, $50.

Knit tops- $5.00

Sweaters- $10.00

Woven Tops- $10.00

Bottoms- $10.00

Cashmere- $15.00

Jackets- $20.00

The sale ends when the goods are all snatched up.

Uniqlo

546 Broadway

First, you can make your own stocking to stuff with directions from Cathy Moore.

And now, to stuff that baby:

Urban Outfitters' Snow Globe Frame, $6.

Shrink-to-Fit Rope Bracelets from The Spoon Sisters, $3.50 each.

Thank God we only ever bet fake money, because we were positive the guest judge was going to be Kirstie Alley or Valerie Bertinelli last night on Project Runway. Instead it was a guy from the Gap. Boring!

So, after a couple of weeks of lame challenges, Bravo brought back the magic with a bunch of ladies who had been real fat in the eighties, then had slipped into comas for a few decades, during which they lost 50 or 100 pounds, and then they woke up, still wearing their favorite, now gigantic, heinous blazers from the Working Girl days.

Seriously, that's your favorite outfit? Now that you don't have to shop in the fat lady store, that's still your favorite outfit??

Anyway, the designer had to work with this crap and these not ideal models, and they came up with some bizarre shit. Hot transformer HIV guy had to leave because his mouth blew up like a Japanese cartoon character. It was sad and we were shocked that it didn't make us cry. Wilmer did cry, however. Unsurprising. He was so proud of his insane Fulton Mall outfit. Whatever. Pass the joint this way.

Perhaps these are a more appropriate birthday present than Christmas, but they're on our list anyway. We can't wait. Fred Flare is going to make your life real easy. It's the best place for stocking stuffers, gifts for teenagers, or women who act like teenagers. The zodiac earrings are $10 a pair.

Bodanna, the East Village's coolest ceramics shop/non-profit, is one of our favorite places to buy gifts, especially of the house-warming variety. The business is run with the help of inner city teens, who do apprenticeships in the studio and in the shop. And while we love a good cause, we wouldn't buy vases and mugs and bowls that weren't great-looking. Every morning, we drink coffee out of the Morning Mug, the perfect big, comforting cup. ($25 each).

Bodanna

125 East 7th Street

(212) 388-0078

So, last night on Project Runway, we learned that Wilmer Valderrama (a/k/a "Ricky") speaks fluent Modern Dance, which is closely related to the language spoken by crazy fucking art yogis, and therefore was able to communicate with Elisa by saying things like "sculpt the fabric". We also found out that the Korean Overachiever is a passive-aggressive freak, and therefore is poised to star as this year's villain. The fat costume maker went home, duh. Jillian is even skinnier than a model and dresses like she's the fourth roommate on Three's Company, yet somehow the judges found her designs "modern," and named her the winner. Donna Karan likes plain dresses. The squinty-faced serial killer guy did a Tim Gunn impression that made us long for the days of Santino.