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Suddenly, Denver's looking good.

The most sedate businessmen have taken to sporting hip glasses that echo those angular peepers sported by Daniel Libeskind, the architect who's already done so much to change Denver's skyline. Is he the reason that men here are suddenly making spectacles of themselves?

Not so those men will admit. When Peter Park moved here from Milwaukee to become Denver's director of planning, he wore dull, dull wirerims. Now he's rocking cool, narrow-rectangle frames. But he denies that his glasses were inspired by Libeskind, and says he's had them for some time.

Developer Evan Makovsky's glasses are only six months old, but they weren't a Libeskind-related acquisition, either. He just needed new glasses, he says -- and his wife picked some out for him at the mall. -- Patricia Calhoun

I am a sports fan. I am not one of those girls who throws on a baseball hat who can't name any of the players on her "favorite" team. I understand the sports “fashion” draw. When attending a Broncos game, I have painted my face, stomach and even worn a jersey, but you everyday-of-the-week, jersey-wearing freaks have gone too far. Enough is enough. With the recent ass kickings that the Colorado Rockies have handed out, the influx of sports jerseys have taken over our city. I can’t take this shit anymore. Take the jerseys off! If you are not watching the game, or in the game, or at the game, you shouldn’t be anywhere near a sports jersey!

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US Weekly recently came out with the “25 Most Stylish New Yorker’s” list. Among the lucky few were Tim Gunn, Stephen Colbert, Stacy London, Natalie Morales, etc., but as I was scrolling through the few and the proud I came across someone so astounding, a little of my breakfast actually came up. Kimora Lee Simmons was among the best dressed. Are you f*cking kidding me!?! Famed wife to Russell Simmons and creator of the Baby Phat, yeah Baby Phat! Kimora should remain in her "ginormous" closet and stay there.

Not only is her line of clothing absurd and cheap looking, but her clothing is so tight and slutty, I considered purchasing some as part of a Britney Spears Halloween costume. She prances to events in crazy short, tight spandex and apparently, due to her husband’s fame, she is an elite fashion designer.

Here are some pics…you judge for yourself. These are some of her better fashion choices:

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Grab your hairpins, seamed stockings, peep toe pumps and work the 1940’s revival. And thank Christ, because my legs are officially numb from stuffing myself into narrow pants for four months.

All the major magazines and fashionistas are highlighting the return to subdued sexy. Embrace the knee length, form-fitting pencil skirts and pair them with feminine, skintight tailored tops. Waist high, wide-leg sailor pants (like the ones pictured, that are sadly sold out at J. Crew) are the perfect cold day alternative to the fabulous skirts.

When attempting the infamous high-waist sailor pant, be careful! Get yourself in front of a 360-degree mirror immediately. Although teeny women aren’t the only ones pulling off this look, it can be difficult. It just depends on how you are proportioned. An alternative to the fabulous sailor pant is a slimming, form-fitting A-line or pencil skirt. My suggestion for cramming your self into the form fitting skirts; go get some SPANX! They are available at Target and they squeeze you into a pre-prego, before bulimia, after rehab, Nicole Richie shape. They are also fabulous for ladies who lack ass. They lift and squish. It’s like a month at the gym without the sweat, or the gym.

My picks for this season's must haves are as follows:

- Closed toe round or pointy wicked high stilettos
- Short, box jackets
- Vests -- I know you ladies from the 80s are nervous, but these are not your silk-backed junior high vests. These babies are tight and fierce.
- Sailor Pants
- Tights! Tights! Tights! Also, invest in some high quality seamed stockings
- Crocodile anything
- Sizeable clutches
- Wide-leg, dark jeans
- High, leather boots. Please, stop wearing those fucking UGGS.
- Feathers … I dare you

-- Stephanie March