A few weeks ago, I had the fortunate pleasure of meeting the fantastic Julie Feldman of Julie Feldman Designs. I was in Southampton with my friend, Stephanie Newhouse, who was there representing Self Magazine, one of the sponsors for Ellen's Run. The day before the run for Breast Cancer, Stephanie insisted that I meet Ms. Felman to take a look at her fabulous bag collection.

Immediately, Ms. Feldman graciously offered a purse of our choice, to model at that evening's Gala event: HEAT at Steven Klein's Estate. Let me tell you, it was difficult to choose just one. Ms. Feldman's handbags are custom-made  from florals, satins, silks, leathers and exotic fabrics and trims. Having been featured on Fox News, CoolDesignerHandbags.com, in Accessories Magazine, Couture Magazine, the New York Post, the Santa Monica Star, and the Las Vegas Review Journal, among others, I now knew why. Divine.

A Chicago native, Ms. Feldman left the Windy City for Los Angeles bringing with her a passion for art and design. As an artist, her work usually took form in welded steel sculptures and oil paintings. Several years ago, after an art showing of her welded copper roses, Ms. Feldman was awed by the beauty and innocence of tiny, colorful, fabric roses. She began adorning satin evening bags with hundreds of brilliantly colored silk ribbon baby roses in "pavé-style". This was the birth of her Signature Baby Rose Collection.

What's even more fabulous then the pocketbooks themselves, Ms. Feldman created Handbags for Humanity® to honor and assist the great work of certain charities and foundations. "Over the years," Julie says, "I have felt extraordinarily lucky to be involved with organizations, and more profoundly the people behind them, that make a huge difference in people's lives. I count myself privileged to be able to give something back."

Whenever a handbag or accessory is purchased through the website that is accompanied by a handbag icon, Julie Feldman Designs donates a portion of that sale to one of the organization's profiled on the page; Ellen's Run, Center Theatre Group, Long Beach Women's Cancer League, and Planned Parenthood Los Angeles.

Um, hello? How much do you already love her?!

If you haven't already, check out the website HERE, and get one of your own custom-made designs that have been adorned on some of Hollywood's A-list celebs.

*JFD: Julie in Hot Pink Hornback Leather

*JFD: The Tye Dye Collection: SOLD OUT!

*JFD: Pirate Skull Beltbag

August 13th: The Queen of All Media, builds on his empire and takes aim at all things fashion with today's launch of Perez Hilton's new website, cocoperez.com.

Perez Hilton has been a busy girl this summer. Actually, he's been a busy bee all year! Let's see, a book- Red Carpet Suicide: A Survival Guide on Keeping Up With the Hiltons, a syndicated radio show- Perez Cast, Perez Hilton Presents- a recently launched concert series, a record label "imprint" with Warner Brothers, and now... cocoperez.com.

This "sister" site to perezhilton.com, Hollywood's most hated website has been delivering the juiciest celebrity gossip since 2004, will be a place for Perez to serve it up even hotter, and dish it out. Musing on celebrity fashion faux-pas and kudos, it will have a different look (a conservative layout, feature celebrity fashion scoops, Coco TV, a photo gallery, and Presented by Gap), but it will still have the Perez attitude and flavor.

Hilton blogged:

The fashion world should be scared. Anna Wintour watch out! Actually, Anna Wintour's days are already numbered now, so she should be cowering in fear. I don't know if she'll make it past the Fall. Eventually, I will have a larger audience then Vogue.

Perhaps Perez Hilton channelled his new site's namesake, Coco Chanel, to declare that saucy statement.

Although Hilton does not have a formal background in fashion, I think it just may work to his benefit. It will give him an objective, yet opinionated, look into the world of fashion that his readers relate too. Hilton confessed:

Even though I dress like a clown, I know what looks good on women, the same way I know what sounds good musically. I'm not trying to be a taste-maker. I'm just trying to have fun with fashion the way I have fun with celebrities and the way I have fun with fashion in my own life.

*Photo 1: An Evening With Women: Celebrating Art, Music, & Equality at The Beverly Hilton Hotel on April 24, 2009 in Beverly Hills, California. (Photo by Jason Merritt/Getty Images)

*Photo 2: "OMFB" 31st Birthday Party held at The Viper Room on March 28, 2009 in West Hollywood, California. (Photo by Angela Weiss/Getty Images)

Emma flushes the toilet and kicks the door open with her foot. She pulls her dress down, while holding a cigarette, with her purse wedged under her chin.

"Well. You can take the girl outta Jersey, but you can’t take the Jersey outta the girl."

Emma turns to see Tina leaning against the paper towel dispenser, then moves to the row of gold plated sinks.

"What are you doing here?" washing her hands. "Oh, that’s right. How is, what’s his name?"

Pause.

"I’m a little amused to be here myself."

"Aren't you supposed to be watching the kids?"

"They're with the housekeeper. Figured you wouldn't mind."

Emma realizes she's letting the scolding water bathe her hands, and pulls them away.

Tina turns off the running water.

"Cain’s leaving me. Which isn't that astonishing, I suppose." They stare dead on at each other for a moment.

Emma shakes her hands dry, as she heads out, "So very fucking sorry to hear that."

Tina watches the door swings shut. She turns to look in the mirror, and notices Emma’s clutch on the counter and slides it towards herself.

"Fuck." Pause. Tina unsnaps Emma’s purse, peeks in, then decides to go into a stall.

Tina rifles through, then drop the bag on the floor. "Disco."

Snooooooooooort.

The toilet holds up Tina’s listless body as her head falters from side to side against the wall.

"Emma. Emma. Emma. I knew someday you'd pull through for me."

She falls to a brief nod, then suddenly, she grabs the t.p. dispenser and lift herself up. Hunching over, she picks up Emma’s clutch, and finds some lipstick.
Applying a lovely shade of cappuccino, "Yes. What they don’t know, won’t hurt them. (beat) They don’t even ask. Circling and circling her lips, she continues, "As long as I have my perfect little ass, my perfect breasts, and my perfect fucking smile."

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