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We don't know what sort of resolutions they made for the New Year over at New York magazine, but this week's Look Book suggests that they've resolved to be insanely egalitarian or somesuch nonesense with the inclusion of Winsome McDermott, a social worker who runs the men's shelter on Bowery. Not that we're objecting to the inclusion of McDermott in a fashion Q&A, but she's been in the helping-others biz for 20 years and is so, well, good that we're left feeling like real assholes who care far too much about shoes. Which we are, of course.

Since there's not much, uh, fashion to critique with Saint Winsome, Intern Alexis talks to Tom Ogletree and Elizabeth Thompson about how Winsome makes them want to die. Happy thoughts after the jump.

Tom Ogletree, VH-1 slave with input from his lady roommates.

Winsome says she wears blue because she's a Pisces. If she were, say, a Capricorn Rising, what would she wear instead?

A Mary Quant minidress, Sigerson Morrison flat boots, and a choppy blond bob in preparation for her upcoming role as Edie Sedgwick in Factory Girl. Jude who?

What sort of get-ups did Winsome wear to Danceteria and the Pyramid back in the day?

Baby seal fur, black market diamonds, and the blood of newborns. Someone this noble is clearly atoning for something.

Winsome is so good and charitable that we're realizing how horrible we (and you) are. Should we all just shoot ourselves? Why or why not?

Yes, just don't do it in front of the Bowery Men's Shelter because then Winsome will have to clean it up. Honestly, I can't believe this is the first time I'm getting to comment on the Look Book and this is who they give us. You're not going to hear Winsome spouting zingers like "If I teach the men at the Bowery Men's Center to be casual, fashion will die." But I'm sure I'm not the only one who's thrown. Most of New York Magazine's readership is probably looking at this and saying, "What's a social worker? Is that like, what Jonathan Cheban does?"

You Winsome you losesome. Sorry, had to do it. Discuss.

I'm sorry, I'm not done with this. The woman is saving the Bowery and she can't even go out to eat in the neighborhood! I blame Guiliani and Blackface Jesus. I'm going to drink some hot milk, say my prayers, and go to bed now.


Elizabeth Thompson, Intern d'Intern Alexis, so employable she could cry

Winsome says she wears blue because she's a Pisces. If she were, say, a Capricorn Rising, what would she wear instead?

Those born under Capricorn Rising tend to be energetic and ambitious, so Winsome would wear a banana yellow "Big Dog" brand T-shirt that says "Attitude: come and get some" When she got to work she would run into the bathroom, stand in front of the mirror, and yell "I'm drunk with power, I'm drunk with power!" Then she would punch her reflection.

What sort of get-ups did Winsome wear to Danceteria and the Pyramid back in the day?

Winsome went for a vaguely slutty, swashbuckler look. A blue lace jabot over a blue velvet bustier, and blue rayon pants (pleats in front are actually appliqu d exclamation points, legs are tapered at ankle with leather cuffs that snap). She rounds out the look with blue glasses made out of pipe cleaners, serving as a librarian-esque foil to her revealing bustier-as-a-top move. But everyone knows sluts can't be smart so, viola, a "vaguely" slutty look was born and her twenty-year-long death march toward Lands End began.

Winsome is so good and charitable that we're realizing how horrible we (and you) are. Should we all just shoot ourselves? Why or why not?

Yes. 2006's motto is "no excuses," and the only way to excuse horribleness is for one to take their own life. Case in point, the pictures floating around the Internet of a shirtless Carrot Top lifting weights and showing pubes: no. friggin. excuses.

You Winsome you losesome. Sorry, had to do it. Discuss.

Guys, Winsome never losesome. She strives to be comfortable yet professional, which wins every time. Duh.