All day I’ve wracked my poor brain trying to think of a fresh angle on fashion to bring you. I thought about it at the gym when I wasn’t calculating how many more reality TV “celebrities” will have to start working out there to outnumber the gay porn stars. And I thought about it on my hike to the Hollywood sign until I heard a booming loudspeaker ordering silly tourists, no doubt, to stop trying to climb the hill up to the letters. I swear, they should shoot just one of them and this perennial problem would be solved. They wouldn’t even have to aim for the head.