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Spotted: The Global Fashion Test

Or, How to Be a Clone, in Three Easy Steps:

Step 1. Uggs. Excuse us while we wipe our own vomit off our sleeve. Ugg Rockstar boots are $180 at Kitson. If you buy them, we can guarantee that you are not a rock star. Apparently "Ugg Lameass" was redundant.

Step 2: This is the slightly painful one, because we sort of like that bag. In keeping with the Harry Potter-ness of the weekend, we would like to say that saying that, about liking the bag, makes us feel like one of those house elves who's forced to bash his head with an iron poker whenever he disobeys his master. Topshop has a nice one. And speaking of, why are we sitting at a computer when we should be down at Opening Ceremony, mortgaging our collective futures by buying all the Topshop we can?

Step 3. Denim mini. Chip & Pepper's Bareballer Gold XXX. This is the kind skirt we imagine is worn by attendees of those teen oral sex parties we're always hearing about on Law & Order: SVU.

Spotted: The Global Fashion Test

From Stockholm, where we learn how to dress like a Swedish hipster. We would like to say here that Sweden was delightful, and if we could forever live in one of their hostels, we would.

Step 1: Furry hat. Conveniently, these are everywhere right now, due to that whole bizarre Russian thing.
Step 2: Vintage bag. Easy enough.
Step 3: Mini skirt over shorts. This is like if you were writing a recipe for hell for anyone other than model-ish Swedish girl with skinny legs.
Step 4: Cowboy boots over tights. Again, you might as well just hand these out with Prozac for people other than our healthily waifish Scandinavian friends.

We would like to add here that this is the most stalkerish thing we have ever done, running after these people to take these picture. Which accounts for the blurriness if not the psychosis.

Spotted: The Global Fashion Test

The debut of a new Bunnyshop column! Send us your pictures of the world's most interesting [cough] dressers, for our fun and amusement, and we'll send you a prize.

Photo courtesy of: Our spy
Location: Rue de Baci, Paris
When: Monday, April 25, 2005, 4:42 p.m.
Vibe: Never understood the phrase "too much of a good thing"
What she was thinking:: "I like gold-dusted corn flakes, I like Havaianas with Swarovski crystals on them, I like Hermes umbrellas, I like stuffed teddy bears, but only when they're stuffed with foie gras! Ha! What I like are the most boring possible things with the most possible cachet: See my Prada purse? I'm cool! See my Dolce and Gabbana belt? Are you sure? Cause that's why I bought the really big silver logo belt, to make sure everyone could see it, because I'm totally Dolce and Gabbana. I'm cool! And see my giant Louis Vuitton bag! I'm cool! I'm rich! Wheee! Too bad I'm so boring that I have to wear jeans and black sweaters with a black belt and black shoes. See, even though I have all this cash, I don't have much of an imagination. Really, it's quite sad. Now I'm going to go home and having boring sex with my boring, rich boyfriend so he can lend me his credit card and I can go buy some more black sweaters and maybe a trench coat or a gypsy skirt, I heard they're totally cool. Wheee!"