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Karen’s Course Correction: DKNY restructures its menswear strategy. [DNRNews]

In The Crosshairs: Target snatches up CFDA-winner Rogan Gregory. [WWD, 2nd item]

Adieu, Bonjour: At Paris Fashion Week, YSL is out (for now) and Dries Van Noten is back. [FWD]

Winging It: Smith & Mills for dinner, the Beatrice for drinks, Black on his fingernails, Sigur Ros in the locker room and Cuthbert in the bag—Sean Avery’s pretty New York… for a Canuk with a stick. [NYTimes]

Arch Support: The Sartorialist needs your help with his hoofs. [The Sartorialist]

Fatherly Advice: Director Franco Zeffirelli has some style pointers for the Pope (who just happens to wear Prada). [Catholic News Agency]

If you’ve been watching hockey at all this season - and given that you’re reading a men’s fashion website, there’s only about a 20% chance of that - you might have noticed that Sean Avery, forward for the surging New York Rangers is a little bit of an odd bird. But WWD tapped us into a whole new level of the left wing’s oddness.

More on Mr. Avery’s shocking new vocation»

Hump Day: You totally owe us for these Alessandra Ambrosio shots. [Hollywood Tuna]

NY-LON Suits: Paul Smith’s London bespoke team takes a field trip to Soho (sorry, our Soho). [WWD]

Sidelined:And thus ends an epic season for the NHL’s Dennis Rodman. [NYTimes]

Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man: The Lookbook captures a sculptural dresser. [NYMag]

Miley Who?: You might have noticed that we’re not covering a certain controversial photoshoot by a certain 15-year-old teen-pop star in a certain general-interest magazine. Really, we’ve got better things to do with our time. [Maxim]

Saddle Up: If you’re excited about Country-and-Western singer Tim McGraw’s new fragrance, you might be a redneck. [She Knows Best]

Surf and Turf: Put on your bib - these Nikes are best with melted butter. [Trash Bag Aesthetics]

Golden Goddess: Charlize Theron makes our Friday. [Celebrity Smack]

Avery Gets Nasty: Teen Vogue staffers swoon and sigh as our favorite metrosexual jackass arrives at 4 Times Square. [Gawker]

End Zone: In other sporting news, Tony Romo ensures a NFC championship berth by dumping Jessica Simpson. [Celebitchy]

Shopping Spree: The Moment’s favorite five new stores. [The Moment]

The New Boss: Dior CEO Claus-Dietrich Lahrs takes the helm at Hugo Boss to refresh (translation, “save”) the brand. [AFP]

Fit is the Thing: Permanent Style dresses down the label whores of the myriad style forums. [Permanent Style]

Félicitations, Giorgio: President Sarkozy to make Armani a Chevalier of the Legion of Honor. [WWD, 4th item]

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

New York Rangers roisterer-turned-Vogue intern Sean Avery gets away with lots of out-there antics. We draw the line, however, at silver boots. Apparently Hedi Slimane has been passing these things around as a joke and fashion victims like our awkward forward here have fallen for it hook, line and sinker.

More on the Mr. Avery’s unlikely choice in footwear»

We Got Spirit: Spend your Monday pretending you’re a High-School quarterback and poor over these cheerleader shots. [eBaum’s World]

More Obamamania: Donatella Versace dedicates her newest men’s collection to Barack Obama, swinging several crucial states back to McCain. [NYMag]

Dumping Iron: Seems big muscles are out of style. Again, we effortlessly ride the crest of the newest trend. [Ask Men]

Low Standards: We understand when people want to play it loose. But there’s a limit. [Gawker]

Antipasti: The first round of men’s Milan shows is served. [DNRNews]

Penalty Box: Seems breezing through the offices of Vogue didn’t turn Sean Avery into the chic, natty gentleman some hoped it would. That’s okay. He’ll still look the same in his Ranger’s uniform…or his Flyers uniform…or his Sharks uniform…or his… [NYPost]

When Is it Okay for a Man to Cry?: Read this handy list before tearing up. Point of fact, we’re crying right now (sat on sandwich). [Art of Manliness]

It looks like the NHL’s biggest eccentric is continuing his winning streak.

Sean Avery, the New York Ranger and occasional MOTH is making the most of his tenure at Vogue. He’s had a very respectable run of posts at the blog, covering sneaker shops, shabu shabu and, of course, sports bars.

Avery’s more contemplative moments can be found here, in an essay discussing his time at the magazine. We’ll say this for him: he pulls off a plaid short-suit with uncommon conviction.

No Irons Required: Structured Garment’s wrinkly spring collection. [A Continuous Lean]

Up Chuck: A look ahead at Converse by John Varvatos’ fall collection. [The Pipeline]

Cool As Ice: Metrosexual hockey bruiser has a special way of saying, “I like you.” Very special. [Gawker]

The Averyator 5000: This interview with Avery ain’t real, but it’s all true. Don’t cockblock the dream, bro! [Rangerland]

Final Period: And on that note, Hurricane Avery bids a fond “peace the f*ck out” to New York. [Newsday]

The Encyclopedia Douchettica: We don’t have to miss Avery that much, as long as we pick up Hot Girls With Douchebags.[Radar ]

Could We Love Carla Bruni Any More?: We didn’t think so. Then we read these lyrics. [Radar]

Hot Rods: That emblem on your car’s hood may indicate more than your choice in brands. [Jalopnik]

Turning Japanese: Hedi Slimane is the natural muse of Vogue Homme Japan much as Sean Avery is the natural muse of Men’s Vogue US. [WWD]

Victoria Beckham’s Menswear Line Canceled: Whew. That was a close one. [Female First UK]

Totally Swede: A review of Stockholm Fashion Week. [The Pipeline]

It looks like our Mr. Avery is turning into a jack of all trades. After a quick spell blogging for Men’s Vogue, the man flirted with the idea of starting a celebrity styling outpost in New York. Unfortunately, it seems to have gone the way of disco.

Of course, not one to rest on his blades, Avery is already showing up on bus shelters throughout the nation as one of Gap’s new faces, alongside famous lensman Ryan McGinley and sartorialist Scott Schuman.

Playing for the Dallas Stars seems like such a step down.

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

In the latest installment of our occasional survey of the seating arrangements at A-list fêtes, we bring you this snap of hockey punk Sean Avery and well-traveled mannequin May Andersen at the dinner Brit-born, Aussie-raised actress Naomi Watts threw for her photographer brother Ben the other night at Milk Gallery.

The inexplicably fashionable athlete took time out from blogging about short suits and posing for Gap ads to chat up Ms. Andersen over several rounds of Heineken. Apparently he was just plastered enough to affect obliviousness to the forced smile she had on her face throughout the encounter; but here it is, captured for posterity.

Havin’ a TV Party: GQ’s style guy used to spend his time hanging out on TV with Joe Strummer and the like. Now you can catch the glory days of DVD, along with a peek at pre-Madras NYC. [Selectism]

Week One: All of fashion week in one place. You’ll have to provide your own champagne and house music. [NYT]

The Brotherhood of Coen: Being America’s most prolific indie auteurs isn’t all that hard. Just follow this simple formula… [NYMag]

God Bless Us, Avery One: Our favorite hockey player is about to get the Hollywood treatment. We suggest Mark Wahlberg for the lead. [Gawker]