Lindsay Lohan got an overzealous photographer kicked out of the Cynthia Rowley show this past Sunday when he stepped on the uncovered runway in an effort to snap a few pictures of her. This was after she made what sounds like a grand and crispy entrance.

Via The Fug Girls:

A platinum-and-orange waif in tiny trousers, massive shades, and hypnotically puffy lips burst forth from backstage, hustling to a front-row seat with ruthless efficiency (and several security guards). For one glorious, confusing moment, we — and, we later learned, everyone in the rows around us — thought this walking creamsicle had to be Donatella Versace. Then, the entire room full of journalists sat ramrod straight and let out excited, disbelieving, four-letter expletives as we all realized this was actually Lindsay Freaking Lohan.

Naturally, people wasted no time in subtly and not-so-subtly snapping pictures of her, and one photographer made the mistake of stepping on the mirrored runway (a major fashion show no-no) so as to better get all up in her face. This made the Lohan and its cleaner fish extremely alarmed!

[This] prompt[ed] event organizers to confiscate both his camera (which looked more expensive than her extensions) and his credentials, which they ripped from his neck with soap-operatic verve. The room applauded, led by Lindsay herself, as she settled into her seat between a shell-shocked-seeming Leigh Lezark — we feel you, Leigh — and Lindsay’s companion, who is either a Johnny Depp superfan or an actual pirate.

It’s not clear whether he was kicked out for stepping on the runway or disturbing the Lohan, although there were enough other photos taken of her at that show to convince me it was the former. Anyway, note to photographers: stop trying to photograph the Lohan. It’s not worth the damage to your equipment and person, and it will only make the Lohan stronger and more aggressive.

(Via Styleite)

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Somewhere in between, Blasberg manages to fit in a trip to Forever 21.

Hold up: What’s this man-about-town and style maven doing at a mass-market chain store for women who prefer to buy their trendy clothes on a tight budget? Specifically, the two-level, club music-thumping, highly-trafficked outpost in New York’s Union Square? Flanked by a Whole Foods and DSW shoe emporium, this particular Forevs 21 location speaks to the brand: loud, bold, unsubtle, down-market, hugely popular, a place to get prom dresses and work-y clothes (even if you’re much older than 21). My mother’s friend refers to it as “the hoochie store,” but as everyone from Blasberg to Tim Gunn to Stacy London will say, “It’s all about how you wear it.”

Which brings this back to Blasberg:  Crushable kidnapped him for a stunt tied to his new book Classy: Exceptional Advice For The Extremely Modern Young Lady. In the name of said stunt, Blasberg willingly agreed to pull Forever 21 looks that showed how to look classy vs. trashy; I volunteered to be the model/guinea pig, at my own risk. And truth be told, I was initially nervous to meet Blasberg given his high-fashion cache,  elite circle of friends (Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen, Kate Bosworth, Chloe Sevigny) and strict standards on style and etiquette (sample advice from Classy:  “A lady looks presentable at an airport. Those leisure jumpsuits are for being at home. The airport is one of the last remaining places to meet eligible men who can afford to travel.”)

Would he be a judgy jerk? Would I leave Forever 21 scarred forever?

Turns out, Blasberg is neither too cool for school — nor too good for Forever 21.

The 27-year-old St. Louis native double-majored in journalism and dramatic literature at New York University; after graduating, he worked at Vogue and swiftly made a name for himself as arm candy for socialites and boldfaced names like Tinsley Mortimer and presidential daughter Barbara Bush (here’s the duo at a New York Rangers hockey game). A self-described “scholar-athlete” at Affton High School, where most kids went to the mall, Blasberg developed a taste for vintage clothing in his junior and senior years. “I guess in that bubble I was stylish,” Blasberg said in an interview earlier this week. “But I didn’t know who Versace was. Actually, that’s a lie!” When Gianni Versace was murdered in 1997, Blasberg — then around 14 — created a makeshift tribute to the designer in his bedroom with the centerpiece being a picture of Gianni with his sister, Donatella Versace.

“I guess it’s appropriate that I work in fashion,” he added, looking sporty-cool in a thrift-store denim button-down, plaid Opening Ceremony vest and YSL shoes.

Blasberg’s literary career took off when he edited the Olsens’ 2009 coffeetable book Influence, an ode to the twins’ style and personal heroes; after that gig, Blasberg scored a deal to write Classy, his style-and-etiquette guide for aspiring young social climbers that hits stores April 6. In the book, a collection of tongue-in-cheek essays, he weighs in on the vulgarities of skank culture: flashy designer logos, thong-baring, too much lipstick and eyeliner, and sexting. “A lot of this advice I’ve been dispensing for a while,” he said.  What really irks him: the lack of attention on classier celeb role models who cover up versus tackier stars who flash their crotches to the paparazzi on the way out of the limo. He refused to name the worst offenders — Heidi Montag? Miley Cyrus? Lindsay Lohan, perhaps? Come on! — but did offer Harry Potter star Watson as a positive example of a young star leading a new generation of classy refinement.

“There’s a lot of books out there are sort of, like, how to be famous in a month or, you know, sort of unhelpful, innappropriate yet amusing advice,” he said. “Whereas the over-reaching theme in my book is that you can still have fun and be a sophisticated woman. You can still have fun, you can still go out, you can still be cool and be classy.”

So there we were, at Forever 21, where I witnessed Blasberg’s ideas put into practice. He scoured the store with missionary zeal, selecting eight contrasting outfits in four categories: gingham, shorts, evening and leopard.

“I don’t fuck around at Forever 21,” he quipped.

The results of our expedition are in the gallery below. I  am still recovering from the humiliation of baring my blinding-white midriff to Blasberg and his publicist, as well as a brief fainting spell in the dressing room induced by the dizzying glare of flourescent lights. I have the forehead bump to prove it.

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Mischa was wearing a very beautiful dark blue Versace gown.

Mischa, definitely in her element, also was pictured with Lauren Santo Domingo and Ali Hilfiger.

Image: INF

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What would they do if they could spend a day with her? Mischa Barton’s answer was to take a trip.

“I’d make her take me to an island,” Mischa said.

Mischa’s answer was okay, but I like the idea to see some of her vintage dresses instead.

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