Sony's new 5.1 channel Blu-ray home theater, the Bravia BDV-IT1000, features high-def 1080p resolution and comes with a sleekly designed, ultra-thin range of speakers. (In case you're wondering: Yes, they're wireless.) The only downside? It won't ship until about Halloween. But when a system looks (and sounds) this good, we don't mind the wait.
$2,000, available at sonystyle.com

Rare is the documentary that actually deserves (let alone gets) a sequel. But given the subject of 1993's The War Room—spinsters helping an unknown Democratic presidential candidate run on the theme of "change versus more of the same"—a follow-up seems au courant. Of course, not everything in the movie feels fresh: The campaign managers get their news every morning via dead-tree newspapers, and James Carville even has something like hair. All of which is readily apparent in The Return of the War Room, airing tonight on the Sundance Channel (and directed by Chris Hegedus and D.A. Pennebaker, who helmed the original). Carville and George Stephanopoulos are again the principal subjects, but both of them have mellowed in the intervening years, settling into careers as talking heads (see a clip below). It's entertaining stuff, and a reminder of how much (and how little) has changed in 16 years. And if you've never seen The War Room, now's your chance: Sundance will screen the original immediately after tonight's show.

9 p.m., the Sundance Channel

Richard Chai's first men's collection is now available at Odin—only, uh, fitting, considering that the store is owned by Eddy Chai (Richard's brother). But the collection stands on its own, and Richard, brother aside, is no stranger to menswear, having cut his teeth at TSE, Marc by Marc Jacobs, and Marc Jacobs Collection. The influence of the latter shows here: Chai's fall line has a grungey sensibility, emphasized by slouchy plaid overshirts and soft, striped sweaters in cool greens, blues, and grays. Those itching for the acid colors of his S/S 09 show will have to wait a little longer. That collection will mark the kickoff of spring at Den (Odin's sibling store) and arrive around the end of January.
Cashmere striped V-neck, $455, classic button-down, $295, and washed cotton-twill jeans, $315, available at Odin, 199 Lafayette St., NYC, (212) 966-0026, odinnewyork.com

Even before the U.S. economy's present hangover, Savile Row was out of reach for all but the most affluent. And, well, plus ça change: It still is. But that doesn't mean that London's erstwhile tailors have nothing for the man of (slight) means. Venerable firm Norton & Sons—which has been suiting fine gentlemen since 1821 and can boast that its clothes were present when Stanley found Livingston and Lord Carnarvon, King Tut—is now selling "trotter's bags," the same cotton canvas satchels in which the company's errand-boy "trotters" ferry cloth from the tailors to the shop. Fair warning: Entry-level pricing telegraphs entry-level status. The trotter is the most junior rank a worker can hold on the Row.
About $130, Norton & Sons, 16 Savile Row, London, nortonandsons.co.uk

[A Continuous Lean]

In January '07, LG launched the Prada, a pioneering phone in both the touch-screen and fashion-branded genres. Since then, it has been eclipsed by upstarts from Armani, Apple (of course), and even LG, whose Vu was basically the Prada without the branding. Unfortunately, the just-introduced Prada II ain't quite as groundbreaking. The sequel has a sliding keyboard, a five-megapixel camera, and Wi-Fi—solid stuff, but hardly game-changing. It's also a few euros pricier; importers should expect to pay around $800 when it's out in Europe later this year. We'd guess a cheaper stateside version—the Vu II, perhaps?—will come stateside sometime in '09.

Also: Today marks the 25th anniversary of the first commercial cellphone call (on a Motorola DynaTAC, naturally). To celebrate, Gizmodo put together a snappy little historical timeline. Think of it as the road to the LG Prada II.

Last weekend, the Italian denim brand celebrated its 30th anniversary with concerts in 17 cities worldwide, and a limited-edition pair of jeans called "Dirty Thirty." We spoke with Renzo Rosso, the company's founder (pictured), about Diesel's place in jeans history, the company's ownership of Maison Martin Margiela and Viktor & Rolf, and the brand's new home collection. (Expect to be able to buy distressed throw pillows sometime next year.)

How has Diesel helped denim become a fashion item?
I think we changed the world's attitude about how to wear it, especially here in the U.S. Denim can be everything. We have a lot of it, and a lot of treatments: They can be anything from normal pants to high fashion, even for the red carpet.

How will the global financial crisis affect you?
I can't say I'm not nervous, because the situation is so difficult for everybody. I like to see the positive. We needed a little space. There was too much inflation of everything—so many companies, so many businesspeople. This kind of crisis will clean them out and they can give space to the good companies. A professional company can cope.

What's the thinking behind your higher-end Black Gold line?
Established luxury brands are quite difficult to wear. The new consumer wants something more comfortable—high-quality, but more casual.

Do Margiela and Viktor & Rolf influence that?
No. I want to keep them totally separate. Margiela is in Paris, Viktor is in Amsterdam, Diesel is in Italy. All three must be 100-percent free to do what they like. I don't want to influence them. Otherwise they become too similar.

If you thought Vicky Cristina Barcelona was more travel brochure than movie, good news: The picturesque town of Lleida (in Spain's beautiful Catalan wine country) is now home to the ultramodern Finca Prats Hotel Golf & Spa. The resort, which opened last week, features large, airy rooms with gleaming hardwood floors and wall-spanning sliding glass doors leading to private sun decks, some of which have Jacuzzis. (There's also a subterranean pool and spa, and a private dining room set inside a glass-walled wine cellar—dangerously, your room key opens the cellar doors.) The surprisingly recession-friendly rates include green fees at the nearby Raïmat Golf Club, and the hotel is close to several of the area's best Cava vineyards. And then there are the turndown truffles: Provided by local chocolatier Prats (yes, relation), the tasty confections alone are worth the flight. And, of course, there's always the chance that Scarlett and Penelope are filming nearby...
Rooms start at $217; more information at www.fincaprats.com

Arlington National Cemetery's Section 60—the tract of land where veterans of the Iraq and Afghanistan wars are buried—is often described as "the saddest acre in America." In Section 60, tonight's compelling new HBO documentary, it's also called "one of the [country's] most honorable places" by Ami Nieberger-Miller, sister of a deceased army specialist. It's tough not to agree with both assessments, as I discovered this past weekend, walking the grounds with an old college buddy-turned-Marine. In Uncle Sam's words, he's being "involuntarily ordered" back to Iraq or Afghanistan next month, and, as we examined the graveyard's log book, he helped bring the conflict home. "Fuck, when did he get killed?" he asked, reading aloud the name of a staff sergeant he'd served with in Iraq.

When it comes to contextualizing the conflict, Jon Alpert and Matthew O'Neill's doc (their third to address the war, after Baghdad ER and Alive Day Memories) is equally effective. Whether it's a father sleeping beside his son's headstone (while tourists snap photos of him), a guy sharing a beer with his deceased brother-in-law's grave, or a bus full of schoolchildren leaving mementos on the plots of fallen veterans, the film is a powerful and refreshingly apolitical meditation on the tolls the conflicts have exacted on military families. In one of the more affecting scenes, a woman named Patricia Genevie is shown using Windex to polish her son's stone, then matter-of-factly says to the camera, "There will be lots more." I can only wish she were wrong.
9 p.m., HBO

When it comes to hard-to-find menswear, it can seem like Europeans have all the fun. But thanks to Farfetch.com, a new e-commerce site that aggregates the goods of some of the continent's most storied boutiques (Paris' Maria Luisa Homme, Copenhagen's Paris Texas, and London's S**R, to name just a few), dudes who are after the goods of the E.U. are in luck. The site ships globally and converts prices into U.S. dollars, putting brands like Aquascutum, April 77, and Undercover (whose covetable electric-blue leather jacket is pictured here) within a click's reach. Browsing is encouraged; buying (if your coffers look anything like ours), somewhat less so.

[We Are the Market]

According to the New York Daily News, members of at least one profession are feeling bullish about the economy—prostitutes. Several of the city's sex workers tell the paper that despite the crash, business remains steady. (Says "Dylan": "If men are horny, they're going to come here.") Note: Unlike other areas of the black market, there's no word on whether the ladies are offering recession specials.