Ciara...She doing it

So Ciara was at another Knicks Game supporting her BFF LaLa Vasquez's hubby Carmello Anthony. This is what Miss C arrived and trumped over the floor seats in.

World Fashion: LOOK AT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Chris Brown BLOND????

Now I know he is starving for some attention but wasn't this the same guy that went bonkers when he was accused of being gay, now not to be stereotypical but BLOND hair on a black guy with a caesar (low cut), come on Breezy...it's not fashionable for him, but more questionable.

Milan Fashion Week: Emilio Pucci

Peter Dundas gave the hippie-deluxe look he's made his signature during his two years at Emilio Pucci the old heave-ho tonight. Call it a case of quitting while you're ahead: Sales for Spring and orders for pre-fall are way, way up. But the designer has already moved on to new inspirations. For Fall he's thinking along more refined yet altogether decadent lines. Before the show he rattled off a list of reference points: hunters; Tyrolea; winter palaces; Romy Schneider as Sissi; Victoire de Castellane, the designer of Dior's haute joaillerie; and a Parisian figure known for flaunting her very belle poitrine. That's right, a bare leg may have reigned supreme at this Florence house since Dundas' arrival, but no longer. This season, the bust is it.

He framed it with corseted hourglass dresses that had long sleeves and a little collar or a bow, and sometimes both, at the neckline—one part temptress, the other part decorous. These came in all manner of materials, from practically humble loden wool to positively sumptuous black velvet embellished with crystals arrayed in diamond patterns, as well as in the familiar Pucci prints. Well, make that not so familiar. To emphasize the rustic, raw part of the story, he reintepreted the prints in hand-painted renderings.

Milan Fashion Week: Missoni

If last season's tribal excursion felt like a provocative schism in the Missoni saga, this new collection scattered the sweet balm of fairy dust. Its candy-colored pastel prettiness seemed to be the stuff of Cinderella's dreams. "It's a fairy tale," said Margherita Missoni, granddaughter of the house's founders, as she walked through the racks of clothes before the show. But alternately, you could flip the cloud-cuckoo-land binoculars and look through a glass darkly, at which point a whole other, rather more interesting story emerged.

It's always been Margherita who appeared to be designated heiress apparent of the family style legacy. She's helped her mother Angela, the line's designer, nudge it to a more contemporary place. This season, however, Angela was bigging up her younger daughter Teresa, claiming it was her dress sense that influenced the proportions of the collection. And, armed with that update, it was indeed easy to see Teresa's nonchalance in the sweeping skirts, the oversize tops, the man's jacket thrown casually over the whole lot.

Milan Fashion Week: Roberto Cavalli

Backstage before the show, all the talk was about the future. It made sense after Spring's spectacular celebration of Roberto Cavalli's first 40 years in business that his mind would be on tomorrow rather than yesterday. The initial mechanik burst of Kraftwerk on the soundtrack backed up that assumption. Then Mariacarla Boscono strutted out in a gilded mélange of fabrics and feathers and flyaway frippery, and it was instantly obvious that Cavalli won't be blasting off to Futureworld any time soon. He's still too much in love with his rock 'n' roll gypsy woman.

But she'd changed. Under her lace and chiffon she was wearing armor—or at least a metallic bodysuit that gleamed dully through diaphanous outer layers. Cavalli's woman had become a warrior. The delicate femininity of Spring had been co-opted by fierceness. This woman's seductive powers were now resident in her new strength. She was literally wearing the pants, and Eva Cavalli, for one, was cheered by her evolution. The designer's collaborator was beaming at show's end.

Milan Fashion Week: Dolce & Gabbana

Domenico Dolce and Stefano Gabbana may not have been the earliest adopters of new technology, but they're using the not insignificant resources at their disposal to become leaders now. Before the show, guests at the Metropol were invited to log on to the company's Web site and leave comments. Those comments were then streamed live on screens above the runway that were playing footage from backstage, the front row, and outside the theater. It wasn't a bad way to pass the time before the clothes hit the catwalk.

For Fall the designers returned to a favorite theme, one that happens to be getting a lot of action in Milan this week: the masculine-feminine mix. Arizona Muse was the first model out, wearing a double-breasted black jacquard jacket, matching trousers cropped right below the knee, a porkpie hat, and oxfords. The hair team even gave her sideburns. This wasn't the molto sexy, cut-to-fit tailoring of a year ago, though. Madonna circa "Open Your Heart" is more like it.