One: The first Viktor and Rolf: ­ boutique, located in Milan, features an entirely up-side-down interior. I say put in a bar and serve conceptual cocktails like "Mud In Your Eye" and "Shitface" and lets dance on the ceiling.

Two: Their first fragrance is named Flowerbomb, has it’s own song, and comes in a bottle shaped like a grenade. Fuck terrorism ­ smell my flowerbomb!

Check out Steven Meisel’s Makeover Madness in the July Italia Vogue.

At Now/Again in Silverlake, Chris Bagarozzi unlocked a china cabinet and handed me what remained of a head. “A 1920’s doctor’s skull,” he said. “It belonged to O. J. Simpson’s urologist. I have a complete pelvis too.”

Amy Sedaris answers my question about eggs, French onion soup, and thermodynamics in the August issue of The Believer.

I just saw William H Macy at my Trader Joes. I almost said, "Hey, You were in Fargo, and I’m from Fargo. Crazy huh?" No I didn’t almost say that. Instead I checked out the heaving pecs on a hot jogger.