New York Fashion Week: Maggie, Demi, Hilary & Clive...celebs out in force for Miss Sixty

Now this is the kind of front row you expect at New York Fashion Week. The Miss Sixty PR machine definitely proved its worth as Maggie Gyllenhaal, Hilary Swank, Demi Moore and, um, Clive Owen took their seats on the front row to watch the Spring / Summer 08 show. And who can blame them. New York is the place to go for wearable, stylish clothes, and Miss Sixty didn't disappoint. Keep reading for pics of the collection.

Though there'll be no prizes won here for individuality, Miss Sixty presented a wearable collection that continued the winter theme of edgy-girly. Think rock chick in neutrals, as models strutted their stuff in shades of pale khaki, lemon, white and salmon. The high-waisted puffy metallic skirt was a stand-out piece, as were the layered chiffon dress and top.

Moving on things got a bit more space-age, with oversized rhinestones, silver jumpsuits (don't try this at home, guys!) and a huge, hood-sleeved top in iridescent grey. Hemlines were predictably high and sexy, trousers fitted and all of them finished off with sexy strappy heels in white or metallic. I love the silver strappy shoe-boots!

Finally, after a bit more printed chiffon (zzzzzz) there was THE bag. Modelled by girl of the moment Irina Lazareanu (or, as I like to call her, 'Ladyshambles') the printed graffiti bag took oversizing to the max. I might have hated the House of Holland-esque oversized lettering and the blatant branding, but this is still the piece I'll remember. You really could fit the kitchen sink in this baby!

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Demi Takes a Hike for Fashion

Good thing Demi Moore is in such great shape, because she could've been fashion roadkill the other night.


The 45-year-old stunner hit Van Cleef & Arpels’ Une Journée à Paris party on Tuesday at New York City's Hammerstein Ballroom with a small group of friends, including Lanvin designer Alber Elbaz. However, when they arrived, there was no more room in a balcony VIP area to accommodate them. The party itself was already packed with more than 1,200 people who showed up to catch a glimpse of a fashion show and a performance from Plastiscines, an all-girl French punk band from Paris.

Moore & Co. were told that the only other area where they’d get a good view of the festivities was from a higher-level balcony.

So, they hiked up via an old staircase. “I am talking your run-of-the-mill New York City staircase with cement steps and funky carpet,” a spy tells me. “About two rounds of stairs for each flight. Must have been at least three stories.”

But when they got to the top, a party staffer realized he had made a mistake. There was no view from up there. “They completely went too high up, and he had to bring them straight back down,” the spy says. “Demi was in, like, four- or five-inch heels!”

If Moore was peeved at all, my spy says she didn’t show it. Staffers quickly scrambled and managed to squeeze them into the VIP area. A server was immediately at their table to deliver two bottles of Perrier Jouët champagne.

Also at the shindig—but probably not breathing as hard as Moore and her pals—were Sarah Michelle Gellar, Mischa Barton, Eve and Marcia Gay Harden.