Scotchy, scotch, scotch: So that $30,000 bottle of Scotch we told you about? It sold for $54K. [Reuters]

She Told Ya, She Was Trouble: Amy Winehouse is Karl Lagerfeld’s new, barfy muse. [Anorak]

Walking Tall: Style Dash jumps into J. Crew’s new boots [Style Dash]

Like Your Own Personal Elves: Refinery29 is making a list, checking it twice. [Refinery29]

‘allo Luv: The strange patios of Neil Strauss’ The Game corrupts the noble British tongue. [Times UK]

No Diggity: Break out the Cross Colours, 1992 is in effect. [Sunday Styles]

Bed Spread: Upgrade your thread count for 70% off till Wednesday. [Racked]

Open Lippes: New-York based Adam Lippes opens up his first store—a biggish boutique next to the Meatpacking District’s Apple Store. [DNRNews]

The New Formal?: Uh, guys, this stuff is nice and all, but when the invite says “tux,” you’d better wear a tux. [The Upgrader]

Miuccia Lucre: Prada to go public in 2008. [WWD]

Caucus Casual: Robin Given assesses the candidates’ sartorial platforms. [Washington Post]

House Proud: Karl Lagerfeld’s personal home decor available for ogling on Madison. Oversharing is creepy. [Black Book]

Dior Homme

Name Game: Glam-obsessed Roberto Cavalli hires French rock and roll band… um… Rock & Roll to star in his ad campaigns. “Rock & Roll”? Really inventive there, garçons. [FWD]

Join the Hunt: Field and Stream magazine expands its licensing hoping to tap into that juicy casual game hunter/rampaging Vice President market. [DNRNews]

The Oracle of Omaha: Is master capitalist Warren Buffett giving Ralph Lauren his Midas touch? [Seeking Alpha, #11]

New Republic: Simon Kneen, one of the many creative directors and designers responsible for Brooks Brothers recent renaissance, takes over the helm at Gap’s Banana Republic. [AP via Fox Business]

Inside Hollywood: Jude Law, who has starred in several Miramax films, will star in the Weinstein-produced biopic of Halston—a line now owned by… yes, Harvey Weinstein. [Men.Style]

Homme Coming: New ad campaign, shot by Monsieur Lagerfeld, gives us a closer look at Kris Van Assche’s Spring Dior Homme line. [Eye4style]

Box Set: Addicted to Polos? This $5,000 commemorative collector’s trunk should cure that—forever. [Rock Box]

Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

Look sharp, men, the competition is heating up—we have our second repeat MOTH on the heels of Daniel Day-Lewis’ landmark victory last week. The first time around, dandified Los Angeles-based vintage clothing mogul Cameron Silver caught our attention with a green velvet Gucci suit and custom croc loafers. At the Art of Elysium benefit gala in L.A. the other night he went one better in a custom-made toile dinner jacket that blew the lid off the staid black tie crowd.

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Mini Marcs: These kids may eventually have Marc Jacob’s cache, but will they ever match his crazy? [NY Observer]

Dapper Discounts: Loehmann’s to open it’s first men’s store in L.A. [DNRNews]

Thread Bear: Never say that Karl Lagerfeld isn’t cuddly. [WWD, 2nd Item]

Forward Russia!: Vlad Putin enjoys his own martial fashion show. [London TImes]

Cole Trickle Rides Again: Tom Cruise finds a new, expensive reason to make whooshing, overenthusiastic onomatopoetic noises. [NYDN]

Muffled: Berlin Fashion Week will crush your head. [Manolo for Men]

Deal Alert: Big savings at Stuart Wright. [Racked]

The Do Is Done: The best hair on the campaign trail calls it quits. [CNN]

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.

Gentlemen: After seven months of MOTHs, we’re pleased to announce that one of our fellows has finally scored the first hat trick in this hotly-contested sartorial series.

Author, editor and World’s Best Dressed Man contender Hamish Bowles has beat out 48 other natty candidates to be the first to put a third MOTH on his mantel. You other two-time MOTH whizzes—Alan Cumming, André Benjamin, Cameron Silver, Daniel Day-Lewis, Jonathan Rhys Meyers and Michael Stipe—not to mention the rest have got some serious catching up to do, and we’ll brook no slovenliness this summer no matter how high the mercury rises, is that understood?

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Photographed by our fearless lensman, Patrick McMullan.

We were pleased to see our old friend, author, Nightlife Decathlon star and all-round bon vivant Anthony Haden-Guest crop up in the photos from Chanel designer Karl Lagerfeld’s book party at the Pace/MacGill Gallery the other night—where we also spotted three-time MOTH whiz Hamish Bowles.

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He’s had incarnations as a DJ, scenester, and teddy bear, but Mr. Lagerfeld has finally managed to render us speechless. We will refrain from translating the text, except to say that the ad touts the necessity of neon-yellow vests. And we don’t understand it any more than you do.

Karl Lagerfeld has been comfortably dwelling in self-parody for some time now, but even this seems excessive. We can only assume this is part of the sentence for the French equivalent of a DUI…either that or the man has finally taken leave of his rocker.

With Lagerfeld, it’s impossible to tell.

It is an established rule that the farther Karl Lagerfeld ventures outside the stabilizing influence of Paris, the more troubled and chaotic he becomes. Driven mad by weight loss, he’s capable of anything, so when we heard he was headed to Dubai—which seems to occupy its own sphere of madness—we got very, very worried.

Apparently Big K has been contracted to build 80 homes on Dubai’s Isla Moda, a fashion-specific outcropping of The World, a man-made island. Each house will likely be decked out in Chanel-ery, fitting with Dubai’s ultra-luxe tendencies, but we can’t help but wonder why Karl got the nod.

Look deep into his eyes. Do you really want to buy a house from this man?

Lagerbear’s statement, after the jump»

In the rush to give one’s champagne brand a boost in an increasingly-crowded marketplace, some firms go too far; take this womb-like contraption for chilling an otherwise blameless bottle of Veuve Clicquot, or Karl Lagerfeld’s Pepto Bismol pink Dom Pérignon carrier.

Contrast those with this elegantly understated Coffret case for Laurent-Perrier’s multi-vintage prestige cuvée Grand Siècle: a cleverly-constructed black case containing a magnum of the good stuff and six hand-blown Baccarat crystal champagne flutes in separate compartments.

No doubt some will complain that it doesn’t look expensive or flashy enough, and to them we say good night and good luck.

French Love: The lovely Natalia Vodianova is trying her hand as a lingerie designer with an “unnamed French brand.” Here’s hoping she signs on for the ads. [SassyBella]

Lagerphobia: Apparently even Karl Lagerfeld is tired of Karl Lagerfeld. [Canadian Press]

Pack it in: The anatomy of a canvas pack. [A Continuous Lean]

Crash Course: Europe’s (former) richest man lost $28 billion over the past four months. Apparently he still has his health, as well as $17 billion. [Luxist]

We say one can never get enough of Czech supermodel and card-carrying Kemptress Eva Herzigova, so we welcome the latest installment in Karl Lagerfeld’s episodic ad campaign for Dom Pérignon’s 1996 Rosé Vintage champagne.

Especially as it requires Eva to lounge around in a luxury hotel room in her lingerie, getting soused on pink bubbly. In the Kaiser’s scenario, she check’s into the hotel and finds a handsome fellow rooming down the hall who apparently shares her obsession with Dom. A few establishing shots later, they’re getting it on but manage to never spill a drop. Trust us, that isn’t how it happened in real life.