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" After four weeks o&amp;amp;#8217; travelling (cue that Dolly Parton song from &amp;amp;#8220;Transamerica&amp;amp;#8221;), I can safely say that I&amp;amp;#8217;m back in NYC, with my lost luggage to boot. Thanks, American Airlines. Tout bien consideree, Los Angeles was epic, and not just because we started the trip with a ceremonious meal at the In &amp;amp;#8216;n&amp;amp;#8217; Out Burger within spitting distance of LAX. Jen and I had a new companion, Glamour&amp;amp;#8217;s amazing fashion assistant Madeline Andrews, who pulls together outfits for all our TV segments. She had the Herculean task of getting together 5 perfect-fitting outfits for the Megan Mullally and Tyra Banks shows, which she managed with aplomb and grace. Naturally, we hit up LA Fashion Week events, including a stop at the Des Kohan boutique and a Charlotte Ronson party at a fab private residence in the Hollywood Hills. We stayed sleepover-style in a suite at the Chateau Marmont, affectiontely dubbed &amp;amp;#8220;The Chatty,&amp;amp;#8221; and I vow that someday, I will become a West Coast editor, if only to be more readily available to their bolognese. YUM. Our host/tour guide/icon: West Coast Editor Blaine Zuckerman. Hi, Blainey! On my birthday, October 19, we celebrated. Speaking of Le Chat, we had dinner with Heather and Jessica, the Fug Girls of www.gofugyourself.com. Suffice it to say that I haven&amp;amp;#8217;t laughed so much at dinner in, like, ever. Take me back! And then, on our last night in town, Madeline and I headed out to Silverlake to dine with Kate and Laura, the designers of genius genius demi-couture house Rodarte. They&amp;amp;#8217;re my heroes. I die. They&amp;amp;#8217;re the next Great American Designers, I vow. &amp;amp;#8212;Ashley"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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