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Pop quiz: What has a $500 price tag, its own velvet-lined suitcase and more melons than the fruit aisle at Whole Foods? Playboy: The Complete Centerfolds, the new 720-page, 32-pound limited edition due out from Chronicle Books on Thanksgiving Day.
Hugh Hefner has been fulfilling male fantasies with a heavy dose of fromage since 1953, and he’s probably bedded the lion’s share of the 600-plus pinups inside—and paid for plenty of implants along the way.
White Wash: The massive DKNY advertising mural turned Soho icon at Manhattan’s Houston and Broadway is, like all the other signs of the neighborhood’s 80s heyday, not long for this world. [WWD]
NFL Lock Out: Football may ban excessive hair use, putting an end to those Thors and rastas of the gridiron. [Styledash]
Chaste Bunnies: The Philippine version of Playboy will be a fully-clothed, demure affair with, “maybe one nipple,” here and there. No fun. [Canadian Press]
Forever in Blue Jeans: Mike “Muffin Top” Albo searches for recession-proof denim. [NYTimes]
Panic at The Mexico: Emo kids are facing systematic beat downs south of the border and uniting to defend their rights and feathered hair. March on, wasted youth. March on. [The Daily Swarm]
Forged Signature: Refusing to let a little thing like legal permission hold it back, an Italian clothes maker bravely strikes out on its own to create the George Clooney collection. [WWD]
The Holy Grail: Bring on the male birth-control pill. [Altpenis]
Apparently not only is there such a thing as French Playboy but it seriously puts the American version—actually, make that America—to shame. While our original iteration of the classic men’s mag is irredeemably cheesy, the French version puts a high-fashion spin on things which elevates it above the onanistic urges of, well, the kind of guys who buy Playboy.
There are some pretty great life stories out there, but Hugh Hefner has to be one of the better ones. So we’re understandably excited to hear that someone’s finally thinking about the movie version.
In an interview with Comingsoon.net, Hef gives some details on the project including attached director (Brett Ratner) and hopeful star (Robert Downey Jr.). Although Hef claims Iron Man has nothing to do with it, it’s hard to ignore Downey’s recent take on Tony Starks as a techier version of the Playboy magnate. As for Ratner, we assume he’ll go easy on the car chases.
Hugh Hefner must have had a good chuckle over our post on the porta-nymphs at the Hugo Boss / Interview party the other day. “Ha,” we can practically hear him snort, “fucking amateurs.” They should have known better than to try and bite his style.
At the Playboy founder’s own pre-ESPY Awards party with Blu-Ray the other night in Beverly Hills, he not only had the nymphs—he had them make out.
Sic Transit Gloria Lad: The decline and fall of the lad mag, including more instances of the term “underboob” than you ever wanted to read. [Radar Online]
They Live: Video of the famed chupacabra surfaces…unless it’s just a steroid-enhanced pit bull. [Guanabee]
Slow Rider: The virtues of the everlasting suit. [Men’s Vogue]
The True Test of a Patriot: Tom Brady and Eli Manning face off on the covers of Esquire and Men’s Vogue. Apparently Brady starts off perfect but chokes in the last paragraph. [Daily Intel]
Chinese Democracy: Not even American Idol results are respected in China! Free Tibet? [Vulture]
Men of Summer: Playboy and Mad Men combine for the inevitable photoset. Sadly, Joan Holloway remains aloof. [Playboy]
You’re the Man Now, Dogg: Snoop Dogg expands his empire into fashion and reality television, branching out from his traditional interests in music, cameo parts, and horticulture. [TeenMusic]
The Nicest: SF’s Nice Collective politely let their Fall/Winter collection out in the world. [Selectism]
Dirty Linens: Japanese linen makes its presence felt…just in time for fall. [IHT]
Allen Wrench: Woody Allen’s production diary, complete with vividly described ménage-a-trois. Or should we say, vividly imagined. [NYT]
