Bag Ladies: What do we sling over our shoulders, ladies? According to ES magazine, only the grey cashmere Fendi Baguette bag will do. Vogue decided appliqued recherche bags provided an antidote to those status symbol designer handbags, and that red bags provided essential flashes of colour. Over the pond, Harper's Bazaar charted the Louis Vuitton versus Fendi wars (LV winning by a whisker in New York).
Skirting The Issue: And still the debate rages on. According to the Evening Standard, full, long skirts are best, while Vogue decided that ankle-length tweed skirts were the "dernier cri in fashion". Yet here comes the voice of reason. Harper's Bazaar editor Liz Tilberis still reckons "mid-calf is a winner in practice, simply because its easier to wear than very long and visually newer than short." Confused? You will be.
Party Politics: Oh dear, what shall we wear to all those Christmas bashes? Kitten heels and sequins said Frank; minimalist posh frocks got Harper's Bazaar's approval; boho couture was the only way to go in Vogue; lurex and sequinned gowns in Harper's & Queen and anything to go with your party- popper in Elle.
In profile: Karl Lagerfeld and Italian fashion eccentric Anna Piaggi in the Sunday Times; Yves Saint Laurent (above) in Elle and Harpers & Queen; Ben de Lisi in Vogue.
Future Perfect: Fashion got all futuristic in the Guardian with Blade Runner replica frocks reflecting "a little dystopian doom and gloom"; ES magazine went all Alien: remember, in chain-mail balaclavas no-one can hear you scream. Meanwhile, Hussein Chalayan embroidered dresses with the double helix. Over at Frank and Harper's Bazaar, solace was found in sci-fi Sixties stuff with Courreges-inspired separates, and lots of white and red perspex - sort of Xenia the Warrior Princess meets 2001 Space Odyssey.
Period Dramas: Twenties Cuba in Harper's & Queen; post-war glamour in the Times and art nouveau Klimt (all dropped waists and gilt) in the Sunday Times. Meanwhile the Observer and the Guardian decided that the Eighties were back (we can safely say that Velvet Goldmine killed off the Seventies). Neither was quite sure whether this was a good thing.