Tom Cruise has aged out of the beefcake bracket. Look on the bright side, Maverick, your sex appeal outlived Val Kilmer's by a good decade.

Paris Hilton is being sued for not doing enough publicity. On a related note, they are ice skating in hell.

John Mayer reportedly dumped Jennifer Aniston after she pressured him to make a "timetable" for their future together. Someone send this woman a copy of "The Rules."

A treasure unearthed at the Strand: Karl Lagerfeld at Sacre Coeur with Anouck Aimee's daughter, Manuela Papatakis, in his design for Chloé. From Town & Country's Paris issue, April 1977.

Mischa Barton won't be hitting the books any time soon. "I would want to go to college for the learning," said the 22-year old. "But there's so much else that comes with that that I don't think I need anymore." Like a diploma? Then again, if your acting career is chugging along there's really no need to… Oh, wait.

Matthew McConaughey took his newborn son to a John Mellencamp concert. Apparently, McConaughey Jr. hasn’t learned the word "no" yet.

What will the Riviera be without topless sunbathing and ostentatious Russian billionaires? In a word, classier.

While modernism may be a thing of the past, a string of recent fashion campaigns suggest otherwise, using some of the movement's most iconic buildings as their advertising backdrops. J.Crew kicked things off with its spring catalog, which was shot at Richard Neutra's famed Kaufmann Desert House (1946) in Palm Springs, the pure aesthetic of which played off against the elegantly preppy clothes. The fall campaign for 7 for All Mankind employs Philip Johnson's Glass House (1949) as its setting, invariably linking the structure's clean and linear geometry to 7's understated denims (which are worn by Doutzen Kroes). And Oscar de le Renta's new ads feature Louis Kahn's modernist masterpiece the Salk Institute for Biological Studies in San Diego (1959). The distinct silhouettes formed by the models' dresses create a playful dialogue with the building's sharp and jagged forms, all of which are further contrasted against the bright blue sky.

Pals of Sienna Miller and her new (and still married) beau, Balthazar Getty, are coming to the couple's defense, saying that Getty separated from wife Rosetta long before he hooked up with Miller. ]. "He'd been sleeping on friends' couches for six months," insists a source. Fair enough. But a couch-surfing Getty? Didn't his family, like, invent oil? Maybe he's saving his pennies to buy Sienna the bikini tops she so desperately needs.

Did Paris Hilton have to use a teleprompter in her John McCain response video? If so, she's sooo out of MENSA.

Designer Band-Aids are the new It accessories (you may have read that here first). Except when they're found floating in the pool. Then they're just gross Band-Aids.

House of Orange, the Amsterdam-based agency for hair, makeup, styling, photographers, and models, has come up with a creative way to showcase its team's talents: It's launched a self-published, biannual magazine. The oversize pub, conceived by agency founder John Kattenberg as a "revolt against a system that makes uniformity and superficiality the standard," is currently only available in the Netherlands and Paris. The debut issue features profiles and (mostly) uncommissioned work and collaborations. Highlights include a feature on Fedde Hoekstra—who spends an hour on eBay every day scooping up Barbie dolls whose hair he then styles—and the images of Carmen Freudenthal and Elle Verhagen, a photographer/stylist team who work closely with Bernhard Willhelm. For more information, see www.houseoforange.nl.

Scarlett Johansson and Penelope Cruz say the passionate kiss they share in the new Woody Allen flick "Vicky Cristina Barcelona" was anything but. "There were like 60 crewman sitting around eating salami sandwiches," explains Johansson of the scene. Is she made of stone? How can a posse of teamsters mowing down hoagies not get your motor running?

127 employees at UCLA Medical Center have been accused of peeking at the hospital records of celebs like Farah Fawcett and Britney Spears. As the saying goes, "Beware of those bearing bedpans."

Entertainment Weekly caught up with ten reality-TV stars to see where they are now. Answer: Loserville (or its suburbs). Apparently, a stint on "Married by America" isn't the resume-enhancer one hopes it will be.

Mary-Kate Olsen is out to cover her itty-bitty behind. The actress is refusing to talk to the Feds about her involvement in Heath Ledger's death unless she is granted immunity from prosecution. Wonder who will play MK in the inevitable "Law &: Order" episode? We hear that Ashley's a dead ringer.

What's the only thing American TV execs fear more than sliding ratings? Nipples. First there was that whole Janet Jackson "wardrobe malfunction" at the Super Bowl. Now the networks have refused to air the new ad for Calvin Klein's Secret Obsession. Apparently the commercial's star, Eva Mendes, shows a little too much décolletage. "Boob tube"—such a misnomer.

Italian Diet Coke is getting all gussied up for Milan fashion week. Roberto Cavalli has sexified the customarily clear glass containers with his signature animal prints. He said that creating looks for the bottle's curvy silhouette was a lot like making dresses for his voluptuous clientele. Of course, a Diet Coke will never ask "Do I look fat in this?"

Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie have reportedly sold the first pictures of their new twins for a cool $15 million to Hello magazine. Let's do the math, shall we? The typical American earns roughly $25,000 a year. That means the Brangelina tots made the equivalent of 60 people's annual income simply by being born. But before you get all worked up about it, the money's going to charity.

Jessica Simpson says that the concert in which she mangled the lyrics of "9 to 5" was devastating for her because the song's creator, Dolly Parton, is "like the President to me." There's a joke in there about boobs in the White House, but we're not going to make it.

And, to continue with our political theme for the day, political neutrality now has a color: purple. All the cool newscasters are wearing it. Maybe this coding should apply to other situations, too. What better way to say, for example, "Hey, I'm not a Crip or a Blood," than with a lovely shade of lavender?

A new study shows that employees who dress well are more likely to be promoted than their shabbily attired co-workers. Style.com had similar findings a few weeks back when we delved into the wild and wooly world of summer interns. All right, girls, that corner office you've been coveting is only a couple of pairs of Louboutins away. You've gotta spend money to make money, people.

Lance Armstrong's Tour de Kate Hudson has come to an amicable end. The cyclist and the movie star have reportedly called it quits, due to conflicting schedules/personalities. Summer romances, never easy.

After a Woodward and Bernstein-esque shakedown of Marc Jacobs' inner circle, fashion journalists have concluded that the designer did not get married this weekend. Except maybe he did. Come now, MJ, speak up—small, inquiring minds need to know.

We can say with some confidence, however, that Peter Som is not getting married. But he IS staying at Bill Blass, at least for now. Hard to keep up, isn't it?

"The Hills" "reality" TV star Audrina Partridge insists her Epic Records job isn't just a construct of the show. OK, so what does she do there? "You know, I don't know my title," she told the L.A. Times. "The Hills" is like totally real, you guys.

The August issue of Nippon Vogue has a great feature called "Vogue Dictionary" that unfortunately has me lost in translation, since it isn't one. More useful is a recent Amazon.fr purchase: "Essentiels," an illustrated dictionary of clothing terms in French and English—with pictures! It's great to have when terms like "adjustable tab" and "buckle prong" aren't coming immediately to mind.

Vivi Nevo invests in high-profile media companies, is engaged to Chinese actress Ziyi Zhang, and frequently shows up in the front row and at fashionable parties, and yet very little is known about the 43-year-old Israeli. Over the last couple of years, a number of socially minded magazines have had the cigar-waving Nevo in their sights, but never felt they had enough material for a profile (he makes a habit of not speaking to the press). Now the New York Times has published a 2,500-word piece on the man and concluded that he's—well, a bit of a mystery.

Even star football players and supermodels are dealing with the real estate cooldown. Quarterback Tom Brady's Time Warner condo is back on the market for $18.29 million after a brief hiatus but for a real deal, snag girlfriend Gisele Bündchen's West Village triplex. The Brazilian bombshell is asking $5.9 million for her penthouse, down from the original asking price of $10.9 million. Makes us common folk feel a tad bit better about the subprime loan crisis.

Madonna reveals that fans can expect to hear "Vogue" during her upcoming Sticky & Sweet Tour. Is it asking too much for the cone bra, as well?

Peter Som has reportedly resigned as creative director of Bill Blass. Apparently, the designer was none too pleased that the company, suffering from financial troubles, opted out of a Bryant Park show this September. How will the powers that be at Bill Blass handle the breakup? Lounging around eating Ben & Jerry's and reading "He's Just Not That Into You"? Diving into a rash rebound relationship? Only time will tell.

In other designer news, the blogosphere is buzzing that Marc Jacobs is set to wed his current beau, Lorenzo Martone, in Paris this weekend. If the rumor is true, it might be time for the designer's former squeeze Jason Preston to laser off that massive "Marc Jacobs" tattoo on his forearm.

Every once in a while, a collectible lookbook lands on our desks. The most recent was Anne Fontaine's Spring 2008 lookbook, which was shot by photographer Guido Mocafico, who's known for his precise, almost telescopic images. This is the second of the shirt designer's carte blanche commissions, and only 200 were printed. Obviously Fontaine knows how to give the shirt off her back in style.

As far as we know, the Pussycat Dolls aren't auditioning at the moment, but the fashionable seem to be feeling feline these days. Spotted: bows cum cat's ears on the runway at Alexis Mabille's Couture earlier this month, an auricular headband at Glastonbury, and some big-eared specs from Jeremy Scott for Linda Farrow. Meow. Meanwhile, big cheese Coco Rocha was shot by Arthur Elgort for the August edition of Vogue Nippon in mouseketeer gear.

The recession has hampered everything from automotive sales to the real estate market. But that most basic of necessities, the Hermès handbag, continues to fly off the shelves. Shrew purchase, ladies. When you can no longer afford gas, you can just ride your Birkin to work.

Say it ain't so, Ferris! Reports are swirling that Matthew Broderick is cheating on wife Sarah Jessica Parker with a 25-year-old youth counselor. The worst part? The lady in question supposedly refers to Broderick as "Matty Cakes."

What do Domenico and Stefano wear when they're not in something self-designed? Lanvin, of course. The Dolce & Gabbana designers dropped an estimated $50,000 on Alber Elbaz originals while in Paris. Will this mean drapey D&G goddess dresses come September? If so, we called it first.

Balthazar Getty confirmed his separation from his wife and mother of their four children, Rosetta. We take it that means things will be proceeding apace with Sienna.

Court to Janet Jackson: Take it off! Four years after Ms. Jackson's nipple slip at the Super Bowl, a U.S. federal appeals court ruled that her mammary was not in the wrong and dropped all fines. We're already looking forward to next year's halftime show.

Stranger than a pink, zebra-striped horse to us was the fact that the first thing we thought of when we came across this Juicy Couture ad in Teen Vogue was the striped legs at Givenchy for Spring 2007. Clearly, we need to get out more.

Zut alors! Newish parents Francois-Henri Pinault and Salma Hayek have called off their engagement. And so the adage goes: The insanely rich couple that wears Gucci together doesn't always stay together. C'est la vie.

We reported on summer interns back in June, but our favorite runway rookie, Ranger Sean Avery, is still in the honeymoon phase of his fashion tutelage.

Meanwhile, at Rolling Stone, Courtney Love's progeny Frances Bean Cobain is not to be confused with a barista.

The stork has been rather busy here at Style.com, which will welcome three staff babies this year. But at Just Cavalli, the flashier flamingo (what else?) is the avian choice for fall. No offense, Mossy, but if we had to play "who wore it better?" we'd have to go with the dashing duo (above), photographed by the famous African portraitist, Seydou Keïta, whose less-well-known work will be celebrated this fall at HackelBury Fine Art in London. As for these sisters, they've been earning air miles—their portrait was exhibited at ArtHamptons last weekend.

In a classic rock-and-a-hard-place scenario, K-Fed was granted full custody of the kids in the out-of-court agreement reached in the Spears-Federline custody battle. Apparently no third parties were available.

What, no baby-bump watch? Jennifer Garner is five months pregnant and we didn't even get a chance to speculate.

Unusual bedfellows: If she hadn't blogged about it, we wouldn't have believed it, but Courtney Love absolutely adores "dearest friend" Gwyneth Paltrow and her "Eternal Glow." This would be sweet if it wasn't so creepy.

Julianne Moore can't be accused of not stretching her range this year. Not only did she take on incest in "Savage Grace," but she had a Paris Vogue "makeover"—appearing on the cover of the May issue in flagrant décolletage, leopard-print panties, and stilettos. Just four months later, she graces the cover of Psychologies magazine in her more usual girl-next-door guise. Her "On the Couch" interview is sandwiched between articles on what your possessions reveal about you (jazz records indicate an open personality), "switching off," and eco getaways.

A "friend" of Sarah Jessica Parker confirms the actress' removal of her trademark chin marking, so call us convinced.

Reality TV just got real-er. Vogue's foray into the genre with catwalk chronicle Model.Live just jammed up your TiVo.

In other reality TV news, L.A. boutique Kitson has taken "The Hills" heroine Lauren Conrad's clothing line off the racks. We imagine this move, at least, was unscripted.

Fashion-crowd crooner and rose-colored-sunglass wearer Elton John has his own honorary ice cream. The multi-flavor mélange is best enjoyed, we suggest, in small doses.

With only one collection under his caftan, creative director Marco Zanini is reportedly out at Halston. Does this mean we can look forward to owner Harvey Weinstein's design debut?

We reported on the staycation trend last month, but for those of you really into the idea of keeping it local, here are some ideas for taking it to the next level.

My secret source for good book recommendations is "The World of Interiors." Intentionally or not, they've really had their finger on the pulse of late: Two of their recent picks—"The English House" and "Ancient Egyptian Design"—called to mind, respectively, Zac Posen's tennis-and-tea-inflected collection and Marchesa's barge on the Nile-inspired cruise outing.

Comedienne Sarah Silverman and talk show host Jimmy Kimmel's five-year relationship is over, which means Kimmel's boy on the side, Ben Affleck, will have to go back to being boring.

Jennifer Lopez never lets twins Max and Emme wear the same thing twice. No word on when she'll ask her husband to stop dressing like a nightclub promoter.

Sienna Miller continues to cavort with Balthazar, but it's cool, because he's getting a divorce. Removing the tattoo of his wife's name from across his chest may prove more difficult.

The Brangie twins are here (!), and their names are vaguely French. We thought the French were supposed to be reserved and above celebrity scandal, but their doctor totally dished about his feeling for Brad and what went down in the delivery room. Memoir to come, we're sure.

In a blow to America's already unfavorable global image, our Miss Universe contestant can't walk in heels. Oh, the shame!

The incontestable success of Nicole Richie's literary debut (What? You haven't read "The Truth About Diamonds"? Get thee to a discount table!) has spawned a TV show. Finally, an inside look at the hardships of America's very rich and unfortunately famous. Our breath is bated.

Angelina and Brad's twins will have to wait until after Bastille Day to meet the adoring hordes of paparazzi swarming to meet them. This is what you get for birthing in France, Brangie. The good ol' U.S.A. is sounding pretty tempting right about now, n'est-ce pas?

And in other baby news, despite rumors to the contrary, Tom and Katie didn't send new mom Nicole Kidman a bunch of useless flowers. Instead, they showered her with a basket of baby gifts. Very sweet, TomKat, just as long as there weren't any Suri hand-me-downs in there.

Linda Evangelista, photographed by Steven Meisel, is cast as the Duchess (of Windsor) in the July issue of Vogue Italia. The pug-loving, Mainbocher-wearing former Mrs. Simpson had a way with words—her classic "You can never be too rich or too thin" quip has spawned thousands of needlepoint throw pillows. Here, we match some of her lesser known bons mots with tears from the shoot.

"Fill what's empty, empty what's full, and scratch where it itches."

"I'm nothing to look at, so the only thing I can do is dress better than anyone else."

"All my friends know that I'd rather shop than eat."

"Forgive me for not writing but this man is exhausting."

Topshop's new high-end denim area: One more thing to wait impatiently for.

Arden Wohl has always loved her accessories, but as Ralph Lauren learned in the Hamptons this weekend, it turns out makeup is her fave way to make a statement.

Fashion glossies aren't the only things subject to harmless, truth-bending Photoshopping for appearances' sake. Turns out Iranian missiles also like a little enhancement before hitting the newsstands. Looking good, Revolutionary Guard!

Lest you forget, French First Lady Carla Bruni-Sarkozy is more than just a pretty nude. She's a chanteuse, too, and her new songs are online. She says she won't be touring, but we think a John Galliano-designed concert wardrobe might be just the thing to change her Dior-loving mind. Please, Sarko?

With new financial backing from Labelux Group, Derek Lam looks toward global expansion. First stop, Crosby Street.

Dubai's Isla Moda will have hotels, shops, fashion shows, and Karl. Sounds suspiciously like Paris, non?

Nicole Kidman, in an unmistakable bid to out-baby-name her ex, welcomes daughter Sunday Rose. Suri never sounded so uninspired.

Forget the gripping social commentary, "Gossip Girl" is apparently all about the clothes. And here we thought it was about the acting.

With this ring: Lindsay Lohan gets new bling from GF/BFF Sam Ro on her 22nd birthday. And the publicity machine rolls on.

Ryan Adams (Jessica Joffe's ex) and Mandy Moore have extinguished their flames of love. Adams milks the last of his fame-by-proxy with a sappy, faux-poetic press release to OK! magazine, the most respected publication of all.

Sniff. Sean Avery is leaving us for Dallas. Fine, Sean, put your "career" first. Just don't come crying to us when you don't get an invite to the Couture shows next year.

A-Rod's wife, C-Rod, finds a rocker of her own. We can't help but think that deep down, Madonna must be proud.

Angelina's birthing schedule is sensitive and highly attuned to the demands of celebrity. Press conference first, Lamaze later.

Madonna and Guy dine and make up. Way to step up to the plate, Ritchies.