Our Hero: Graydon Carter must know that Kristen Bell, all 5’1” of her, is never far from our hearts. [Vanity Fair]

Music From Big Pink: We grew up listening to The Band. Now a generation of musicians are growing up dressing like them. [WeAreTheMarket]

Fit for a King: His Royal Highness The Prince Charles Philip Arthur George, Prince of Wales and Earl of Chester, Duke of Cornwall, Duke of Rothesay, Earl of blah, blah, blah unveils his new collection of posh men’s accessories. [Men.Style]

Lifetime Contract: “Project Runway” jumps from the cosy, omnisexual stable of Bravo to the gilded henhouse of The Lifetime channel - meaning you’ll have to lie twice as hard about watching it. [NYMag]

Game Design: In utterly predicable news, iPod addict Karl Lagerfeld lends his voice to Grand Theft Auto IV. [WWD]

Frat Brothers: Like any other bored jock in the City, the Manning boys have nothing better to do with their time than hang out at Brother Jimmy’s and play Buck Hunter. Losers. [NYPost]

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Ask, and ye shall receive: an extra helping of MOTH star Waris Ahluwalia for your viewing pleasure, that is. Our favorite beturbaned member of the bon ton is pictured here with gal-about-town Jessica Joffe at a Theory party for artist David Ellis the other night.

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Shorts. The final frontier.

Men.style is chiming in today on the growing threat shorts pose to today’s workforce. Previous salvos have come from Gawker, and (our favorite) David Colman of the NYT.

Of course, what men.style only hints at is that, for Gawker and Condé Nast (and we suspect the fashion desk at the Times), office clothing takes on a somewhat different meaning. After all, how can they expect old Coles to write trend pieces about cutoffs when he’s can’t wear them himself? That kind of trendiness is what they pay him for. The same goes for anyone else who happens to be in the trend business—leading to the dreaded Schnabel effect—while the poor folks in the rest of the office are stuck in white button-ups for the rest of their lives.

As the old saying goes, there are three kinds of tie on Wall Street: solid color ties, diagonally striped ties, and ties that set your career back five years.

We shudder to think what they’d make of a shorts-suit.

Apparently not everyone shares our sanguine take on Ralph Lauren’s Olympic uniforms. In fact, so far the web response to the outfits has been positively bloodthirsty.

Gawker—a reliable snark purveyor—calls out the polo logo for upstaging the Olympic rings. It’s true that the logo makes the branding play a little more shameless than it might have been, but that’s the American way. We’re building a brand here! This is for the good of the nation!

Scrambling for more angry voices, Gawker quotes a commenter on a fairly benign Project Rungay post, saying “They made the team look like a 1948 yacht club.” But, of course, that’s the whole point.

And, in case you were curious about the other, more hallucinatory parts of the pageantry, you can catch a colorful overview here.

The Impostor: A tour of some of the more innovative uses of the Louis Vuitton pattern, not counting Mr. Murakami. [Gawker]

Scarlett Fever: A critical consideration of Scarlett Johansson. With bikini pics. [ThisRecording]

Tartan Love: A user’s guide to the plaid suit. [AskMen]

Kind of Gray: Style tips to see you through the non-summer months. Don’t forget your mittens. [A Suitable Wardrobe]

Retro-appeal has been around for as long as there have been old clothes, but the version you find in Mad Men is definitely more obsessive than the Happy Days model. From the size of the xerox machine to the number of stripes in Draper’s tie, each frame is the product of obsessive research.

Of course, that means it attracts fans who are just as obsessive. The result is this post from graphic designer Mark Simonson, cataloging the anachronisms the show has racked up over its first 23 hours. Of course, he mostly focuses on the font-based transgressions—Arial in the credits? How dare they!—but we’re sure there are an equal number of fashion transgressions waiting to be dug up by an enterprising menswear designer. Better get cracking, kids.

For our part, we noticed Joan delivering Peggy’s promotion with the quip, “Medium is the Message,” a full three years before Mr. McLuhan coined the phrase. Let’s just say she’s ahead of her time.

Being Johnny Cash: A user’s guide to dressing like Johnny Cash. [AskMen]

It’s a Shame About Wray: Esquire celebrates the polyvocal John Wray. Apparently he does a great Howard Cosell. [Esquire]

From Whence it Came: James Frey interns at Gawker, basically just to mess with them. [Gawker]

The Hirst who Stole Christmas: Together with this, he’s probably due to be visited by ghosts by now. Bah, humbug! [Hint]

Cate the Great: Cate Blanchett is too normal to make for a good profile…but she makes a great Cleopatra. [Vanity Fair]

Tick Tock: Gawker’s list of the five types of New Year’s Eve party does not include the drug-fueled bacchanal we were hoping for. [Gawker]

It’s Getting Hot in Here: ACL gets a visit from the ghost of schvitzes past. [A Continuous Lean]

Your Name In Lights: New York’s eleven favorite billboards, featuring no less than two enormous instances of Eva Mendes. [Racked]

No Logo: The logo of every superbowl, including at six that have been won by the steelers…in case you’ve forgotten. [NotCot]

Ad-tion: Gawker’s top five superbowl ads of all time, sadly devoid of sassy CGI animals. [Gawker]

Fast Cars: Kanye goes to Paris…or should we say KANYE GOES TO PARIS!!!! [Kanye West]

This is the Story of the Murricane: Bill Murray gets a signature cocktail. [NYTimes]

You might think Fashion Week would be drama enough, but there’s always room for a little more.

FashionIndie President Daniel Saynt just cancelled all the site’s upcoming events, video premieres, and a good chunk of their Fashion Week coverage, and announced a lawsuit against the New York Observer. The lawsuit is in response to a catty lead paragraph from last week’s paper that called them out on crashing fashion week events…but don’t worry if things don’t quite add up. It’s not just you.

Frankly, we thought Saynt & Co. took pride in the occasional gatecrash, but calling off their own parties smacks of desperation and—even worse—thin skin. Calling in a lawyer is the weakest play in the book, and it’s simply not the blogger way. If you can’t take a jab or two from a broadsheet, how are you going to survive Gawker?

For goodness sakes, this is the internet.

Portland, ME just got the first real appraisal we’ve seen, courtesy of the ex-Gawker mapblog Gridskipper. Naturally, Rogues Gallery’s standalone shop comes out as a major point of interest, but we were surprised how much else there is in New England’s finest hipster enclave.

Take off to the great white north, take off»

Cover Girl: Adriana Lima’s in the running for the new face of Givenchy. We’ll start lobbying now. [The Cut]

Awl of Me: The new ex-Gawker news site wastes no time in going after New York Magazine. Editors, lock up your trend pieces. [The Awl]

Fat Tony: Joe Mantegna continues to be one of our favorite people. [A. V. Club]

Go East, Young Man: Russian sportswear is far more complex and symbolically loaded than we ever would have thought. Spoiler alert: numerology is involved. [The Moment]

Lounging: We’re not going to speculate on what that is. [Fashion Copious]

TSA Suckas: Snoop Dogg valiantly crusades for the rights of bullet-shaped jewelry-wearers everywhere. [Luxury Launches]

Decline and Fall: Gawker surveys the remnants of Gourmet.[Gawker]

All Hat, No Cattle: Nathan Rabin stares into the dark, soul-consuming void that is Garth Brooks’ career. [A. V. Club]