The Glossy Life is Practiced Everywhere: Apparently Kate Moss’s latest contract currently dictates she can only be photographed in repose. [ Red Carpet] Paranoid: Kanye unleashes his latest all-caps stream of consciousness. The money quote: “I JUST WANNA BE A DOPER PERSON WHICH STARTS WITH ME NOT ALWAYS TELLING PEOPLE HOW DOPE I THINK I AM.” Life lessons, people. [ Gawker] The Skulls: Damien Hirst’s first album cover looks about like you’d think. [ High Snobiety]
Notes from the Underground: Dubai is much, much, much worse than we thought. [ The Independent]
Manual Labor: Men.Style picks Tretorn's new line as perfect for men who work with their hands-whoever they are. [ Men.Style] Giddyup: More Plaid Stallions for the people. [ Plaid Stallions] Back of the Line: Blah, blah, Roberto Cavalli at H+M, blah, blah, blah.
The Scrum: The Wall Street Journal covers the strange meeting of rugby and fashion. We imagine lots of waxing and awkward stares. [ WSJ]
Legal Brief: Tacky designer pleads "not guilty" to tacky rape charges [ Yahoo] The Polyester Spree: "How to Get Laid in 1977 and Your Ass Kicked in 2007" [ WallStreetFighter] Body Snatcher: Aging master-designer Roberto Cavalli dresses up as aging master-designer Karl Lagerfeld for Halloween—cognitive dissonance ensues. [ Mollygood] Rush In: Glasnost-chic rears its extremely confused head. Even without Kanye, Louis Vuitton has a lot to answer for. [ Fashion Minute] Super Sized: The strange, frightening world of the jumbo bow tie. [ Manolo Man]
—G.B. & R.B.