Note to GQ readers: think twice before following the advice on three-piece suits in the January issue too closely. While we’re all for the return of vested interests, proper tailoring is absolutely essential when it comes to adding the extra element. You do not want your shirt and tie peeking out between the vest and trousers, and nor should your waistband be on public view, as has happened to GQ’s unfortunate model pictured here. Without a smooth, uninterrupted vest-to-trouser transition, “the entire elegance of a three-piece suit is destroyed,” as the great Alan Flusser notes. For this reason, low-slung pants, as on display in GQ, do not work on a three-piece, and belt loops have no place here either; side tabs are preferable, and braces are of course the classic choice.

This isn’t to say the January GQ is a total loss »

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Among the many things Snoop Dogg is known—or perhaps we should say notorious—for, sartorial splendor isn’t really numbered among them. But we had to hand the man a MOTH for the threads he sported at the 13th Annual Critics’ Choice Awards in L.A. the other night. Eschewing the usual barfy bling of the rap star set, Snoop (pictured here with his wife Shante Broadus) pulled off an ensemble that was both eye-catching and classic at the same time.

Anchoring the look was a black four-button velvet Dolce & Gabbana frock coat with satin trim »

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Josh Brolin was named after Steve McQueen’s character in 1958’s Wanted: Dead or Alive; consciously or not, he seems to be living up to the name. Like McQueen, he’s a rugged fellow who races cars in his spare time, and now he’s picking up something of the legendary King of Cool’s style as well.

At the National Board of Review Awards gala the other night (where he rubbed shoulders with fellow MOTH Julian Schnabel), Brolin stood out, but subtly so, in a two-button, single-breasted peak lapel suit in lightweight wool from Dolce & Gabbana’s fall collection, with a texturally interesting diagonal weave and flat-front trousers.

More on today’s MOTH »

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One thing we always look forward to during Fashion Week is the daily appearance of Hamish Bowles, Vogue’s European editor-at-large — not to mention an impeccably-plumed peacock who was one of our original MOTHs.

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No Shoes, No Shirt, No Service: Matthew McConaughey never met a shirt he didn’t take off. [Gawker]

Snug Around the Shoulders: Tailored hangers for tailored closets. [A Suitable Wardrobe]

Basic Essentials: A.P.C. designer Jean Touitou shares his necessities. [Men.Style]

Earning His Stripes: A look into Paul Smith’s colorful mind. [NYMag]

Libel: Despite overwhelming statistical evidence to the contrary, Elle believes that you’re turned on by anorexic women and seems ready to blame you for their disease. Of course, we’d say the same thing about Elle, but they’re dizzy from skipping lunch. [Jezebel]

P Dippy: A short autopsy of Sean Jean Fall/Winter 08. [Paper]

A Night At The Opera: Alexander Olch finds inspiration at the Met. [The Moment]

Kate Moss by Irving Penn

Going, Going…: Christie’s will auction off a 135-piece collection of glamour photography by Richard Avedon, Diane Arbus and Man Ray which will include tastefully nude shots of Gisele and Ms. Moss. The Irving Penn cheesecake pics will likely go for $30,000 or so?about the same price as a night with Kristen. [Vogue UK]

Advocacy Journalism: A popular men’s fashion magazine contributes to a major shift in American foreign affairs. No, it isn’t The Economist. [Jezebel]

Cat’s Out of the Bag: Paul Smith is having a sample sale, just try to keep it on the down lo… crap… never mind. [Racked]

Four Eyes: Pull out your prescription lenses because cute/wacked nerd-chaser Verena Von Pfetten admits, “I just love me some myopia.” [Huffington Post]

Man’s Man: Jason Preston is everything women could want - fashionable, attractive, connected and willing to throw down to defend a lady’s honor. Too bad for them he’s engaged to Marc Jacobs. [NYPost]

All Aboard: By the next decade, New York Fashion Week may have a new home on top of the West Side Rail Yards, forcing poor Conde Nasters to walk more than half a block to the tents. [NY Daily News]

No Accounting for Taste: Dolce & Gabbana may be the most famous Italians slammed for tax evasion since Al Capone. [DNRNews]

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Browsing through photos of the usual muttonheads at the Washington Correspondents Dinner the other night we were surprised to see our old friend, brilliant writer/director Bruce Wagner, among the throng.

Wagner, whom you might know from his masterpieces cinematic (Wild Palms, Scenes from the Class Struggle in Beverly Hills) and literary (Force Majeure , I’m Losing You, Memorial), is a writer/producer of British actress Tracey Ullman’s new satirical series, State of the Union.

More on Mr. Wagner»

Considering how seriously nouveau 007 Daniel Craig takes his suits, we were not surprised to see that he made the grade in Vanity Fair’s 2008 International Best-Dressed List.

However, knowing how into Tom Ford Craig is—as we noted before, he refused to wear anything else for his GQ cover shoot, and went through 40+ Ford suits while filming the latest Bond flick, Quantum of Solace—we were somewhat taken aback to see him pictured in the mag wearing nothing but Dolce & Gabbana. Looks to us like someone at VF went out of their way to favor the Italian duo over the MOTH king—and it also looks like Tommy needs to buy a lot more ad space.

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Seems we were way out ahead of the curve when we praised Julian Schnabel pajama clad magnificence back in January and handed him an unexpected MOTH. Some of you scoffed at the time, but several months later Schnabel’s signature style is all the rage in menswear circles, according to the Wall Street Journal.

The paper reports that designers including Michael Bastian, Bottega Veneta, Dolce & Gabbana, Giorgio Armani and Prada are now all flogging various versions of haute sleepwear made to worn in public. (Schnabel’s own, by the way, are made by his wife. So what does this all mean for the man on the street? Will we soon be able to go straight from bed to the office?

Well, no»