For Whom The Bell Tolls: Kristen Bell twice in one week? What? You got a problem with that? [FHM]

Den and Geller: Kempt fave Robert Geller opens at Odin’s satellite store. [Men.Style]

Can I Turn it Up for You?: Always classy that Dov Charney. [AnimalNY]

Pay it Forward: Got an extra, unused suit? Pass it on. [EarthTimes]

Get Ready to D.A.N.C.E.: Justice’s new clothing line is just as hip and French as you might expect. [Stereogum]

Deal Alert: Yoko Devereaux springwear starting tomorrow. [Racked]

COS Play: Monocle takes a hard look at H+M’s new branch line and the takes the temperature of European retail. [Monocle]

Rock and Roll Will Never Die: Except when it does. Hey, maybe you kids should have been out there protesting, say, three years ago. [Gothamist]

Where’s Waris?: You ask. We’ve already delivered. [A Continuous Lean]

The Man Who Would Be King: P Diddy’s fashion week documentary about his quest for LOVE! INSPIRATION! and REBELLION! and style’s CROWN! was so MIND-CRUSHINGLY AWESOME! that we couldn’t watch more than 12 seconds of it. [NYMag]

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]

Jean Genie: How is it that almost every sexy photospread comes along with some sort of statement that the model is really a tomboy? Just askin’ [NYMag]

Not Tacky: Indeed, Needles is quite sharp [Men.Style]

Good for the Goose: See, even women like happy endings. [Gawker]

Yes or No: Hedi Slimane just keeps stringing us along. [Brandish]

Sliders in the Dirt: The all stars of scandal and sleaze. Too bad Roger Clemens is retired. [Radar]

Knit One, Pearl Two: Lars Andersson’s menswear fresh off the loom. [The Pipeline]

How Billionaires Dress: Surprisingly, not well. [The Moment]

The trajectory of Kanye West’s Blog has been strikingly similar to Kanye’s own trajectory. At first, it was written off as gimmicky and well-connected. But, through frighteningly earnest enthusiasm, it’s gradually worked its way into our heart.

Which is why this morning’s scandal comes as such a shock.

No one knows better than us, it’s hard out there for a blogger, and more than a few have speculated that it must be hard for Kanye to tour, blog, make music, and star in vodka commercials without something giving way. A ghost blogger, perhaps»

Erstwhile Kemptress Lydia Hearst has apparently run into a spot of bother over her Page Six column, The Hearst Chronicles. Specifically, whether or not she really earned that byline…

It started with a tiff over The Hearst Chronicles’ dissing of Hearst Media’s recession-inspired cancellation of their Christmas party. Apparently that was one tidbit Ms. Hearst wished she could un-ghostwrite, so she turned on her Page Six masters, who in turn revealed the whole façade.

The news may not shock anyone else, but we’re devastated. Lydia, we fell in love with your words! Was it all a lie?

Alex Rodriguez has never been popular—at least not in New York—and this isn’t likely to help…but it’s worth considering what exactly we want from athletes.

Yankees in particular have been jittery, nervous creatures over the past few years, which has a lot to do with having some of the most vicious sportswriters in the country breathing down their necks, but the PR game of professional athletes has become too calculated to be likeable.

It’s so long ago that most ESPN-watchers wouldn’t remember, but the perfect athlete used to be called a “sport.” A sport was someone like Jack Johnson or Mickey Mantle who lived it up in his off-hours, dressed as flashy as they could, and generally made the full use of their ridiculous salary. Think wide lapels and diamond stickpins, as Randy Roberts would describe it, or the more recent NFL popularity of the plaid suit.

If he were a little flashier, we would have let A-Rod get away with a lot more.

Apparently Monocle’s exclusive Woolrich Woolen Mills jacket isn’t quite so exclusive after all.

In fact, if you’re willing to settle for a black version (instead of Monocle’s Navy and Olive), you can get exactly the same jacket stateside for $50 less. It’s a bit surprising, since all their previous goods were whipped up just for them. We guess Mr. Suzuki didn’t want to waste any good ideas.

So we guess Monocle’s contribution was picking out a couple fabric swatches?