Ha-HA! Sneaky-ass Charlize. (Literally.)

You’d think it’d be all eyes on the lunatic matador (that’s John Galliano, by the by). But, yes, while I’m bewildered by his gigolo mustache and the Drew Barrymore daisies atop his top hat, I am NOW affixed to Charlize’s salacious garment.

Heavens, why hasn’t Anderson Cooper not mentioned our country’s shortage of sequins??

[At a Vogue party at NYC's Skylight Studio]
Photos: Anthony Dixon/WENN

(Making vampires drop dead.)

As I read Twilight — well, I’ve just graduated to New Moon — I think of Kristen Stewart as Bella Swan. I think when Bella thinks of Bella, she sees faded navy-blue hoodies and boots from L.L. Bean. But I think that when Edward thinks of Bella, he sees allllll this: a breathtaking Kristen wearing high heels and a very modern-art cocktail dress. And, oh yes — it’s blood-red.

[At the L.A. premiere of Twilight]
Photo: Adriana M. Barraza/WENN

It’s a little … flat, but that’s not the dress’s fault. Whatever. Yes, it looks like a spring wet suit you’d find at Patagonia, but the advantage of such a material is, Kate sits, Kate twists, Kate Cirque-du-Soleil’s the heck out of her limbs in that dress, and still — not one wrinkle.

BFF’s fave: A profile shot allows us to see the ascot-ness of the mock turtleneck! (When BFF geeks out over fashion …)

[At the grand opening of the Fontainebleau Miami Beach]
Photo: Jeff Daly/WENN

(What a steal!)

Aww, the little shoplifter that could … wow, reform herself into an adorable flapper-broad from 1920s France. She looks sweet, right? Even if she went klepto for it, who cares?! Winona’s back.

[At the L.A. premiere of Milk]
Photo: Dave Edwards/DailyCeleb.com

(Ooh, fur. Hubba, hubba!)

If that is, indeed, a forest critter (or five) draped so divinely over Maggie Gyllenhaal’s hunched shoulders … well then, PETA, to each her own. Mags likes her man-friend Peter Sarsgaard with fur, too.

[At the MoMa benefit gala honoring Baz Luhrmann]
Photo: Dan Jackman/WENN

(Rhymes with "skort" and "trout.")

How very abstract. Apocalyptic hell freezing over the tulip terrain of Holland.

Yet, BFF is glad to see America Ferrera’s learned her lesson with upscale housewife dresses. At the Emmys, she let her upscale housewife dress flirt with her ankles. Now, it seems she understands not to do that. Ever. Well, unless she enjoys looking like ” … Little Miss Teapot, [blank] and [blank].”

[At Glamour's 2008 Women of the Year Awards at NYC's Carnegie Hall]
Photo: PNP/WENN

(Trust Salma: The forehead band is the new scrunchie.)

Salma Hayek made a unibrow look debilitatingly sexy.

So, of course, she — not Mischa Barton, Nicole Richie or (shudder) Phoebe Price — would be the one to make the forehead band acceptable. Like, the scrunchie of the ’00s.

[At the Hollywood Domino Tournament benefiting the Art of Elysium in NYC]
Photo: L. Gallo/WENN

(Gopher and Gilligan-approved.)

It’s possible that Tilda Swinton is susceptible to reverse psychology. In the past, you tell her, “Dress for the Oscars, Tilda!” and she walks the stage in a one-armed King Kong outfit. Now, you give her the dressing instructions, “Think Love Boat meets Gilligan’s Island — you know, real cheeee-zay!” and Tilda delivers an elegant rendition of turn-of-the-century cruise wear — with red lips!

[At the 17th Annual BAFTA/LA Britannia Awards]
Photo: WENN/Fayes Vision