Optician Selima Salaun might keep a low profile, but her clients don't. She has designed custom frames for Bono, not to mention signature pieces for fashion brands like Proenza Schouler, Adam Kimmel (pictured), Jack Spade, and J.Crew. To coincide with the International Vision Expo, beginning today at the Javits Center—um, sounds fun—Salaun is hosting a weeklong show of the designer collaborations at her Soho boutique. All the frames will be for sale (except for the J.Crew pair, available instead at jcrew.com), but many in limited quantities. In other words, act fast —before a certain Irish rock star snaps them all up.
Selima for Adam Kimmel sunglasses, $325 at Selima Optique, 59 Wooster St., NYC, (212) 343-2715

In the past few years, Australia's Bra Boys—a 40-year-old gang of surfers based in the Sydney suburb of Maroubra (hence the name)—have made more headlines for their actions outside the water than in: Think murder charges, riots, and fights with police. But as seen in the new documentary Bra Boys (opening today), there are redeeming qualities beyond the hooliganism: Namely, a bond that comes with overcoming, say, a heroin-addict mother to become one of the world's top surfers. Directed by Sunny Abberton—one of four brothers whose story makes up the film's main narrative—the movie is a touching self-portrait, helped along with narration from Russell Crowe, who is also directing a fiction version. In other words, catch it now before the poseurs ruin it.

The City of Light is not a cocktail town. For one thing, the French are patriotic wine drinkers, and, for another, a slug of vintage Viognier rarely costs more than €10, while a brandy Sidecar at a moderately swanky bar is likely to run to twice that. (Last week, the ticker tape on the cocktail list at the Intercontinental Le Grand was €25 and climbing.)

The only libation that ever challenged the price supremacy of hard liquor? Champagne, of course.

Sure, the plot of Harmony Korine's upcoming Mister Lonely ain't for everybody: A bunch of celebrity impersonators (including Diego Luna as Michael Jackson) meet and fall in love in a Scottish commune. But judging by a new exhibition of photographs taken on the set (and hosted by Agnès B. and RVCA's hipster mag ANP Quarterly), the movie's surreal visuals should have wide appeal. Taken by Nashville photographer Brent Stewart, the show captures the vulnerability of the actors, particularly in the case of French actor Denis Lavant (pictured) as Charlie Chaplin. "Denis was always in character, dressing like Chaplin day and night, riding a unicycle while playing a pennywhistle," says Stewart. In other words, there was some Method behind the madness.
Mister Lonely Portraits, April 11 through May 11, 100 N. Robertson Blvd., Los Angeles, laartweekend.com

It's a Scandinavian power-play: Swedish H&M and Finnish Marimekko have teamed up for the latest of the former's many designer collaborations, and the results are, well, surprisingly colorful. You've got to be quite a man to pull of some of the offerings, but there's gold to be mined from this jewel-toned hoard: We're especially enamored of the geometric tee and Bermuda shorts (pictured), both a summery shot in the arm after the winter blues.

Striped T-shirt, $29.90; short-sleeve shirt, $29.90; Bermuda shorts, $39.90, available today at H&M stores everywhere

Bad news, aspiring Turtles: The WSJ reports today that entourage members are now high-functioning, career-minded professionals, tasked with publicity, outreach, staff management, and everything else a Fortune 500 staffer might need to do. "It's no different than working for Xerox," says Leonard Ellerbe, Floyd Mayweather's go-to guy. That's not to say that outrageous requests are out of the question. Sacramento Kings small forward Ron Artest's executive assistant was recently charged with removing what Artest thought were giant snake eggs from his backyard. Not to worry, says the paper: "They turned out to be mushrooms."

Starting today, you can actually do something useful with those drawers full of old T-shirts: Donate 'em to Barneys New York in exchange for 20 percent off Loomstate gear. The label will then redesign the tees and sell them as a limited-edition line at the store in November. (All proceeds will benefit 1% For the Planet, a charity that encourages business to donate one percent of sales to environmental groups.) The initiative is supported, in part, by the Sundance Channel, which is promoting "The Green," its second season of environmental programming. "We want to show that you can go green without sacrificing style," says Kirk Iwanowski, executive vice president of marketing at Sundance. "The idea is to destroy the granola-and-Birkenstocks impression of environmental consciousness." And, yes, you can bring in any mangy old shirt you find, but don't delay—Barneys will only take donations until April 27.

PLUS: Click here for 16 more eco-friendly things that don't suck.

It turns out Godzilla will not invade America without a few key accessories. Nissan recently announced that its mighty new GT-R coupe—affectionately known to motorheads by the fire-breathing Japanese monster's moniker—will arrive bearing a collection of wallets, key chains, shirts, and more. While automotive brand-extension knickknacks are usually exercises in bad taste (Corvette cologne, anyone?) or sheer irrelevance (how about a Renault backgammon set?), the GT-R carbon fiber, leather-lined attaché case ain't half bad looking (it'll cost around $1,000). If its sporty styling isn't your bag, though, it seems briefcases made of the superstrong lightweight material is something of a trend right now: Schedoni ($6,000), Halliburton ($1,950), Nikola Design ($3,800), and even Hermès ($16,000) are all offering their own versions. Despite the material's auto-racing heritage, however, the prices may keep them from going fast.

Surfers rhapsodize about the world's great beaches, from California to Mundaka, but few ever mention the Gaza Strip. Despite being wracked by violence and continual conflict, the pressure point of Israeli-Palestinian relations is also home to a handful of young guys looking to do what young guys the world over do: lose themselves in the perfect wave. Drawing on the testimony of Israeli and Palestinian surfers, as well as politicians, soldiers, and militants, Alex Klein's forthcoming doc, God Went Surfing with the Devil, looks to be a fascinating glimpse into the ravaged culture of Gaza. Judging from the snapshots posted at the film's nascent blog, it should also prove visually arresting, a testament to the beauty of even the most ravaged land. It's easy to believe, looking at these snaps, that whatever God you pray to, he'd be down to hit the beach.

Few things could be more awkward (or funny) than if Tiger Woods and Paul Casey showed up to the last round of the Masters wearing the exact same thing. Fortunately, the Journal reports that Nike—which provides both players with their golf clothes—"scripts" what they will wear months in advance, with special attention paid to the players' "color flavors." And by the way, that last phrase is theirs, not ours.

The Guardian has a nice piece today on "two-bag Brits"—tourists who come to the U.S. with one suitcase for their wardrobe, and another one for bringing back new clothes, presumably purchased at a discount because of the weakened dollar. Joke's on them, though: The paper notes that, in many cases, the "discount" doesn't really exist.

Next week, the suddenly ubiquitous architect (hey, winning the Pritzker Prize will do that to ya) will unveil his latest project: a leather chair for Ferragamo. Dubbed SKiN, it consists of a lattice-stamped leather, um, "skin" suspended on a steel frame, and will be officially revealed on April 17 at the Salone del Mobile. All the "skin" talk has us a little queasy, but macabre or not, the chair is stunning. No word on price or availability.

[Fashion Week Daily]

Remember Waldo, the red-beanie-wearing man-about-town (and the world) who populated a successful and headache-inducing line of children's books? Well, he's back, thanks the ministrations of Canadian artist Melanie Coles. She painted a 55-foot Waldo on a Vancouver rooftop and is encouraging searchers to find him using Google Earth. Vancouver, eh? That pallid complexion, the dandyish walking stick, the lumberjack's beanie on all occasions? Yeah, the signs have been there all along: He's a Canuck.

[Gizmodo]

To one anonymous Chinese "art collector," the answer is yes. This Michel Comte shot of the French first lady—then just a 25-year-old Italian model—fetched 20 times its pre-auction estimate yesterday at Christie's, thus giving us an excuse to post this photo. Which reminds us: Google image search is free.

For more than a quarter of a century, the Steven Holl-designed Storefront for Art and Architecture has been a Soho keystone with its mobile, jigsaw-puzzle facade and boutique architectural exhibitions. Today, however, the gallery will launch a pop-up outpost in an abandoned printing house in L.A. For five weeks, the new spot will host CCCP (Cosmic Communist Constructions Photographed), a show of Soviet-era architectural photography (including Igor Vasilevsky's futuristic Ukrainian structure, Druzhba, pictured) by Citizen K editor Frederic Chaubin. After that, expect installations to come to Milan, London, and Yokohama.
Storefront for Art and Architecture Pop-up, inside Paperchase Printing, 7176 Sunset Blvd., Los Angeles, storefrontnews.org

Thanks to Ducati, the words "naked bike" don't just get pervy Google image searchers excited. The brand single-handedly invented the class some 15 years ago with the Monster, an instant smash thanks to its aggressive, stripped-down styling and performance. Now, the Italian manufacturer is unleashing a new version of the iconic bike: the Monster 696, due in dealerships at the end of May for around $8,500. Improved ergonomics, a shorter reach to the bars, and the lowest seat height of any Ducati mean this will be the easiest to handle version yet. And with more HP (80) and a lighter weight (359 lbs), it's a true canyon slayer, with one of the most confidence-inspiring chassis on two wheels. You can still get the Monster in black (matte or gloss), as well as traditional Ducati red. But new to its flanks is pearl white, which tames the aggro attitude with just a hint of elegance. But be careful: Just because its removable gas-tank panels and rear seat cover can be swapped out for other hues doesn't mean you should color-coordinate your ride to your outfit.

The last few months have been a grueling time: full of reading, chatting with friends and loved ones, cleaning the house, and all the tasks made impossible by the phenomenon of compelling television. Finally, deliverance has come: 30 Rock is back. Tonight's episode concerns Jack Donaghy's reality show MILF Island—hmm, think they'll draw a writers' strike parallel?—and an ill-intentioned gossip column item. The possibilities have our mind grapes stewing with anticipation.

In the meantime, the show's return gives us a welcome excuse to spotlight Lemon & Co. on "Midnight Train to Georgia":

Rubinacci, the Neapolitan tailoring house (and Bryan Ferry favorite) that first brought English fabrics to the south of Italy is now taking its wares worldwide: Its new online store features the brand's signature pocket squares, neckties, and scarves, not to mention some scarily impressive military-style watches. Less scary, but just as charming, are the slips in English translation: The knit ties, for instance, are made of "100 percent cotton, 100 percent silk, and 100 percent wool"—all at once.

For his new doc, Orthodox Stance, director Jason Hutt followed the career of Dmitriy Salita, a now 26-year-old Ukrainian-born boxer who happens to be an Orthodox Jew. (That old ruse.) He got his start at a Starret City, Brooklyn, boxing club, before he (and his 80-year-old trainer) signed a deal with boxing impresario Lou DiBella. And while what the film doesn't explore—why this mild-mannered kid with friends of all faiths turned to a proselytizing Chabad after his mother's death—seems to hang in the air like an uneaten matzo ball, the boxing footage is fantastic, as is the scene where Salita scuffles with his stoic brother about whether to wear a wrinkled suit to a press conference. "But it's DKNY," the brother exclaims. And yes, he wins the fight.
Orthodox Stance, opens tomorrow at Laemmle's Music Hall, 9036 Wilshire Blvd. (Doheny), Beverly Hills, (310) 274-6869, laemmle.com

Want to get the economy going again? Tax the most deserving. Here in America, that tends to imply the überrich, but in Argentina, argues Gonzalo Otalora, it's the ugly who are truly poor—and the beautiful who should be bankrolling them. Otalora writes in his "manifesto del feosexual"—the "ugly-sexual's" manifesto—that "countless studies show that...it's easier for them to find jobs; they're paid more and find partners more easily." He advocates that the tax be donated to the unlovely. Would it work for the U.S.? Who knows, but we think some of our girls could end the recession in no time.

[The Guardian]

With cheap chic experiencing a boom, it might seem like a strange time for Banana Republic to go upscale. But that's exactly what they've done: Tonight, they're officially opening their first ever BR Monogram store, which will carry the brand's eponymous upscale line of men's and women's clothes. The collection is pricier than its usual fare, but in exchange you get fancy onsite amenities—complementary tailoring, bottled water for sipping, Jasper Johns monographs to leaf through—not to mention better-quality fabrics. So is it worth the extra expense? Looks like it, judging by the shawl-collared linen cardigan (pictured), $129. Maybe the time is ripe after all.
BR Monogram, 205 Bleecker Street, NYC, (212) 473-9570, bananarepublic.com

Sure, Tour de France riders reach speeds of 40 mph on the backsides of the Alps each July. But the fastest two-wheeled race on public European roads takes place five weeks earlier, at the motorcycling extravaganza known as the Isle of Man TT (Tourist Trophy), where racers routinely hit 200 mph. Begun in 1907, the TT and its serpentine 37-and-three-quarter mile "mountain course"—the oldest motorcycle racing circuit still in use—epitomize the guts and glory of open-road racing.

To celebrate this history, renowned F1 BBC commentator Murray Walker has compiled 100 Years of Racing on Public Roads, which opens today at London's Getty Images Gallery. Culled from thousands of images in the Getty Archives, the exhibition features more than 40 photographs that portray the race from its single-cylinder Matchless beginnings to the 1000cc supersport monsters that dominate today.
100 Years of Racing on Public Roads, April 10-19, Getty Images Gallery, 46 Eastcastle Street, London, +44 20 729 15380

With Martin Scorsese's good (but not great) Shine a Light in theaters now, it seems appropriate to revisit Albert Maysles, the man who (along with his brother) made the definitive Stones doc, Gimme Shelter. The pioneering director is putting out a new book, A Maysles Scrapbook, a collection of his film negatives, stills, production notes, and personal and business letters. Angelenos can preview it tonight as part of the city's first-ever Art Weekend—a new, four-day arts festival. For the occasion, Maysles will screen selections from his work (including docs about Orson Welles, Truman Capote, and Marlon Brando). And while Marty isn't expected to make an appearance, he did pen the book's intro.
A Maysles Scrapbook: Photographs/Cinemagraphs/Documents, tonight at 7 p.m., The Hammer Museum 10899 Wilshire Blvd., Los Angeles, (310) 443-7000, laartweekend.com

Her work has been in ads for Versace and on the cover of the Whitney Biennial catalog, but now Marilyn Minter has really hit it big: She's designed a new set of skateboards for Supreme, thus joining the rarefied company of Jeff Koons, Richard Prince, and Takashi Murakami. The three-deck collection, on sale today, features her photorealistic paintings of the grittier side of glamour—grimy feet in haute shoes, eyes seemingly choked by kohl—and are probably better displayed than used. Still, don't expect to find them in a museum anytime soon. "Somebody will do a show of artist's skateboards, I guarantee you," Minter says. "[But] it will never be at MoMA, out of the question. I couldn't see any museum doing it." She pauses and laughs. "Maybe if all the artists are dead."
Marilyn Minter skateboard decks available at Supreme, 274 Lafayette St., NYC, (212) 966-7799; 439 North Fairfax Ave., L.A., (323) 655-6205, supremenewyork.com

Tonight, MTV will air If I Were King, a documentary about 2004's CFDA menswear designer of the year (and sometime rapper/actor) Sean Combs. The 90-minute flick was produced to coincide with Sean John's 10th anniversary, and goes behind the scenes as Diddy prepares the line's fall 2008 runway show. And regardless of what you thought about that collection, the movie's gotta be better than another rerun of The Hills. Check out the trailer below:

Sure, it's getting a bit warm to wear the brand's signature jackets, but there's another reason to stop by a Barbour shop tomorrow: The brand is celebrating the 100th anniversary of its first catalog—a 12-page publication with drawings of the clothes—by serving free slices of cake to customers at 4 p.m. Word is you'll get to eat it, too.

[Vogue UK]

Salon del Mobile this ain't: To promote its soon-to-open store in Kobe, Japan, Ikea has redecorated the cars of city's railway system. (The retailer already has locations in Funabashi and Yokohama.) Sure, it's an improvement on the interior design you typically find on a subway—really, what wouldn't be?—but who wants to commute in what looks like a moving dorm room? Then again, the Ektorp is mighty comfy.

[Pink Tentacle via Gizmodo]

With its pale-yellow color, potpourri of spice, and whopping 110-proof puissance, Old Raj gin makes one hell of a martini. (Credit an infusion of saffron, which blends with other botanicals and plenty of citrus for a crisp, piquant palate pleaser.) Of course, that means its appeal is pretty much limited to hard-core gin enthusiasts, but that hasn't mattered much to Cadenhead's, the small, independent Scottish distiller that produces it almost exclusively for the home market. We said almost—a new bottling is now making its way stateside. And apparently, the Scots don't make much of us Yanks: The new stuff is a paltry 92 proof. Happily, the packaging—including an admonition to dispense with tonic whilst tiger shooting—remains.
Cadenhead's Old Raj Dry Gin, $60, parkaveliquor.com

The next designer to be featured at Odin outpost Den: Robert Geller. Starting tomorrow, the 350-square-foot shop will sell pieces from the Hamburg native's spring collection, as well as eyewear and neon-yellow denim that was previously unavailable in the U.S. (The latter certainly captures the zeitgeist.) Not for sale: the houselike structure framing the store and built to celebrate Geller's recent wedding. (Mazel tov, sir.) The honeymoon won't last long, however: Common Projects takes over the space in June.

Den, 328 E. 11th St., NYC, (212) 475-0079, dennewyork.com

The alt-rocker and former daytime talker have recently become brothers in arms (so to speak) in the anti-war movement thanks in part to Tomas Young. After meeting the paralyzed army vet at Walter Reed in 2004, Donahue had cameras follow Young's every move throughout the next three years for Body of War—an unflinching doc that delves deep into everything from the soldier's post-deployment wedding and divorce to his inevitable ED problems. Powerful stuff, all deftly tempered by Young's wry wit and the soulful, Vedder-written soundtrack he helped inspire.

Elsewhere, The First Saturday in May takes a journey of a different sort: following six trainers as they prepare for the 2006 Kentucky Derby (eventually won by Barbaro). Hunter Thompson might have called the race decadent and depraved, but we've always found it a solid excuse to break out the juleps.
Body of War opens today at IFC Center, 323 Sixth Ave., New York, bodyofwar.com; The First Saturday in May premieres Sunday at The Louisville Palace Theatre, 625 S. Fourth St., Kentucky, thefirstsaturdayinmay.com, and opens wide April 18

The forthcoming capsule line from French dance-punk duo Justice and Parisian design collective Surface 2 Air might be the first fashion collaboration to have started with a music video. Last year, S2A directed the band's award-winning "We Are Your Friends," and their follow-up is a five-piece mini-collection of smartly updated leather jackets (Justice's semi-signature piece) and jeans (super-skinny, bien sur), due this June. The limited-edition set will be sold at Colette, Surface 2 Air's two boutiques in Paris and Brazil, and (for stateside Francophiles) Barneys.

[Hypebeast]

Paintball demands verve, strategy, and perseverance, just like the actual battle situations it safely mimics. But sometimes all that subtlety and tact is misplaced, and you just want to blow the shit out of everything in sight. For those moments, there's the new wireless EMT Paintball Sentry Turret. This monster has the look (and, at $1,959, the price tag) of a serious piece of machinery. Sure, blasting 400 rounds from the comfort of your hiding spot, courtesy of a 2.4GHz video remote, isn't the height of sportsmanship, but as they say, all's fair in love and war. Love you'll have to tackle on your own, but war, at least, you should now have covered.

[Gizmodo]

We mentioned it already, but in case you missed it: The Generic Man just created a new lace-up for Steven Alan. Based on the traditional British plimsoll, the sueded boots are designed to be pretty much the only pair you'll ever need. "We changed the plimsoll details a lot in order to make a shoe that could go with everything Steven sells in his stores," says designer Kevin Carney. "Jeans, khakis, maybe even a suit."

That also reminds us: Two S.A. stores just opened up in L.A.—one in West Hollywood, and one in Brentwood—and a third is coming this month to beachy-keen Venice. Not recommended: wearing the Generic Man for Steven Alan with Jams.
$230, available exclusively at Steven Alan, stevenalan.com

Milan's Salone del Mobile is still a week away, but some highlights are already leaking online. (Imagine that.) Our favorite so far: Jet Set, pictured, a full-scale hangar-and-plane installation from Spanish designer Jaime Hayon and Italian mosaic brand Bisazza. The aircraft includes an onboard lounge, white-gold mosaic tiles, and leather wings. And as you can probably guess, it won't be taking off anytime soon.

[Dezeen]

It's not Terry Gilliam's best, but two decades after its release, The Adventures of Baron Munchausen still has its charms, all of them on view in the 20th Anniversary DVD, out today: picaresque comedy, eighties-era special effects, Robin Williams before he got painfully earnest, and, of course, a young and ethereally beautiful Uma Thurman as Venus, emerging nude from her proverbial (and literal) clamshell. It's enough to send you running to the nearest raw bar to try your luck. Check it out below:

(If you prefer your Uma inexplicably with a side of French First Lady—and we don't judge—you can get that over here.)

That's how the bloggers at new site Videogum describe what they cover. The site (from the folks behind Stereogum) is devoted to everything from viral videos to The Hills exegeses—in short, all the things that make the workday bearable. Our favorite early post: This moment-by-moment breakdown of the new Iron Man trailer.

It launches on the Chucks-clad heels of another indie-driven video site, Pitchfork.tv. Still in beta mode, it features original shows like Juan's Basement (with performances by bands of the radio unfriendly sort), music films (like 2004 Pixies documentary loudQUIETloud), and a quality archive of videos. Mercifully, its talking-head- and ad-free—at least for now. Enjoy the halcyon moment while it lasts.

Whether with a business partner or a date, nothing closes the deal like the scent of honeydew. Or so, apparently, hopes Italian clothier Lubiam, which just introduced Aroma, its first aromatherapy blazers and coats. They come treated with "micro-encapsulated essential oils" that diffuse fragrance in lavender, lemon, mint, or the aforementioned honeydew. Think of it as $700 fragrance with a free jacket thrown in.
Aroma jackets, from $700, available by special order from Lubiam, (212) 755-0737, lubiam.it

Last fall, Cipriani's on Fifth inspired Frank Bruni's infamous hissy fit over a $34.95 calamari appetizer, so you shouldn't expect bargains at any outpost of the family's bar and restaurant empire. And yet, at its Harry's of Venice, you'll get exactly that: Touched by the plight of the floundering dollar—and by a 5- to 10-percent drop in American tourist business—owner Arrigo Cipriani is offering Americans a 20-percent discount on all menu items "during the short term of their recovery." (Don't hold your breath.) Still, we prefer our drinks the way all the great, impoverished American expats once took theirs: on credit.

[GQ UK]

Liberty City is home to some pretty unsavory characters, but the forthcoming Grand Theft Auto IV will welcome at least one polished gentleman to the neighborhood: Karl Lagerfeld. Herr Karl will be contributing to the soundtrack of the game, selecting his favorite dance and electronica tracks and providing off-color commentary as a virtual DJ on one of GTA's many radio stations. Lagerfeld has ventured into the music world before, putting out compilations of his favorite tunes and commissioning Devendra Banhart to record a creepy-genius "Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend" for his over-the-top Dom Perignon ad campaign, but this is his first foray into gaming. You won't actually see him in the game—at least not yet—which is probably just as well; a city as grimy as this one is no place for Dior Homme.

[WWD]

Not all movie stars are content to strut around in whatever designer duds their stylists shove them in. Johnny Depp might make $20 million per movie, but his carefully selected vintage threads allow him to maintain an air of stylish, rebellious hipsterism. His source: Kakkoii Mono, the Montana-based vintage boutique that furnished the forties-era d.b. suit he wore to the premiere of Sweeney Todd. Lately, Hayden Christensen has been following suit (so to speak), turning up in natty KM finds on the red carpet. The company recently expanded its online offerings to include a wide range of vintage shoes, outerwear, sportcoats, and accessories, not to mention finds like this Lee 101-J jean jacket (pictured) from the sixties. Best of all, the prices are extremely reasonable, with suits starting at just $500—affordable even if you only pull down $10 mil per picture.

Given Alexander McQueen's rep for over-the-top presentations—live wolves, anyone?—you would expect the designer's first L.A. shop, opening today, to fit right in with Tinseltown. You'd be mostly right. The 3,100-square-foot space has a cathedral-like atmosphere, thanks to its curved ceilings and copious amounts of open space. But it also includes a VIP room; a billboard above the store that will rotate artwork by the likes of Nick Knight, Sam Taylor-Wood, and David Bailey; and, finally, Robert Bryce Muir's Angel of the Americas, a nine-foot metal sculpture of a naked man whose top half will emerge from the skylights, while the lower half descends into the store. (Bring the kids.) The boutique will carry both men's and women's collections, accessories, shoes, and eyewear, in addition to exclusives TBA. McQ fans, however, will have to look elsewhere.
Alexander McQueen, open today at the corner of Melrose Avenue and Melrose Place, alexandermcqueen.com

With its groovy bass line and spastic guitars, Spoon's "Don't You Evah" was a highlight of 2007's beloved Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga. Tomorrow, the song gets its own remix EP, with five new versions from the likes of Ted Leo and the ubiquitous Diplo, whose take on the title track you can preview here. Conclusion: Remix albums should always be this good.

Also out: Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds' 14th studio album, Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!! The singer's 50th birthday has apparently done little to curb his fire-and-brimstone fury, and Dig finds him wrestling once again with those familiar demons of sex, evil, and murder. Raising the dead at 50? We can't wait to see what he'll do at 51. Until then, check out the title track below.

Is it just us, or does this model from Oliver Spencer's fall/winter lookbook look a bit familiar? (We checked—it's not him.)

Well, kind of. The new three-disc box set Harry Houdini: Movie Star includes all of his silent era films, where he stretched out and played (you guessed it) a magician. More importantly, the collection compiles all the surviving footage of Houdini's actual escapes, which still look impressive even after almost 100 years. Somehow we don't think anyone in 2108 will say the same for David Blaine's stunts.

Also: There Will Be Blood comes out on DVD tomorrow—a little soon, don't you think?—which means you can now enjoy Paul Thomas Anderson's epic oil parable on the small screen. (High-def recommended.) It also gives us one last excuse to link to our favorite site of 2007.

Not that we're complaining, mind you. Yesterday we celebrated Tartan Day, and at 12:01 this morning, New Beer's Eve began. (Hey, no reason it can't be an all-day affair.) It's not just a clever rhyme: The holiday commemorates the date 75 years ago when suds became legal again. (The hard stuff would have to wait for Prohibition's December 1933 repeal.) "There was dancing in the streets and lines outside brewery doors," says a Brewers Association rep. And while a repeat of that scenario seems unlikely, it never hurts to have a game plan. So here ya go.

[CNN]

In the late seventies, Long Beach's SE Bikes brought brilliant design to the clunky sport of "pedal cross" racing, thanks to now-legendary frames like the P.K. Ripper, the OM Flyer, and the STR-1, originally built for racer Stu Thomsen. Now, nearly 30 years after its debut, his bike is being rereleased in a limited run by SE and DC Shoes. The new Quadangle (as it was later nicknamed due to its boxy geometry) is built using original jigs and features a matte-black paint job along with stock SE cranks, pedals, and its infamous Landing Gear fork. Still, there is one glaring difference: The new one was built as a 24-inch cruiser, as opposed to the squat 20-inch racing version. Bad news if you want to pull tabletops out of your neighbor's empty pool, but good news if you're over the age of 13.
DC and SE Bikes Quadrangle, $900, list of retailers avai