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Emily Blunt is Trying Out for a Roxy Music Album Cover

The Devil’s Lair: RS steps into the well-appointed living space of Motörhead’s Lemmy Kilmister. [Rolling Stone]

The Rest of Us Can Only Dream: Jean Pigozzi balls for real. The rest of us are Sam Bowie by comparison. [Vanity Fair]

Piece by Piece: Some kind soul has broken down the monument of riffs that is the Stones' “Gimme Shelter” into its component tracks. [Dangerous Minds]

The Man Himself: Mat Honan sits down with Vincent Gallo’s twitter doppelganger. [The Awl]

You’re Finished in This Town


In a business that judges impoliteness pretty harshly, we’re kind of amazed Vincent Gallo hasn’t been run out of town yet. But we’re glad because it means that from time to time, we get to hear batshit rants like this.

Over the course of 39 minutes, Mr. Gallo manages to mortally insult Steven Soderbergh, Martin Scorcese, Wes Anderson, Abel Ferrera, Spike Jonze, Sofia Coppola, Francis Ford Coppola, Eric Roberts, Dennis Hopper, Honda, and the Directors Guild of America. To be honest, it’s pretty rough going—and decidedly ungentlemanly throughout—but it should be a cautionary tale of what an out-of-control ego can make you sound like.

A word to the wise: If you find yourself trash-talking the director of The Godfather—who, coincidentally, gave you your most recent starring role—you may want to reconsider yourself as a human being.

On the plus side, he has nothing but nice things to say about Mickey Rourke.

Revenge of the 70s, Uomo Updates and Vested Interests

The Beatles

"More Paul Glaser Than David Soul": Critics drop "Starsky and Hutch" references as Italians channel the 70s yet again. [Telegraph UK]

Croc Hunters: According to the Japanese government, Crocs are unsafe—thus are last year's Uggs stripped of their singular redeeming value. [Mindblogging Stuff]

Hissy Fits: Dudes, chill—_Men's Vogue_ is more of a corporate hobby than a real mag anyways. [Daily News]

We Like Girls Who Wear Abercrombie & Fitch: Apropos of nothing, fun-loving, sepia-toned nudity. [Style Dash]

Suicide Blonde: Amy Winehouse and peroxide—it was only a matter of time. [Hating It Magazine]

Ciao!: Pitti Uomo coverage worth running through Bablefish. [PittiBlog]

In The Trenches: Izzy brings this cropped, high-collar number to our attention. [Manolo for The Men]

Pop In: Racked checks Trovata's back room at Ernest Sewn. [Racked]

The Quiet One: Seems George Harrison liked to dress up in his old Beatles costumes—well, come on, wouldn't you? [Thaindian News]

In Vest: Gawker learns what we've known all along—David Coleman is making it safe for men to wear clothes. This week, he introduces us to this new "vest" thing. [Gawker]

Deal Alert: Tim Hamilton sample sale begins Saturday. [Marc & Dolce]

Passing Showers: Maybe Vincent Gallo and Terry Richardson can "make it rain"—but nothing, nothing could ever wash them clean. [Hypebeast]