Evidently our friends at CondeNast have been shamed into silence these days. Not a soul will discuss the aftermath — or afterbirth — of the animal/human/alien body parts found in the 4 Times Square headquarters a few weeks ago. That story was first discussed here, then appeared in all the gossip pages — and then was covered up faster than a supermodel's herpes simplex.

An even greater affront is that we haven't yet seen pictures of yesterday's CondeNast prank. Evidently, a mockup of Cocky, a rip on forthcoming Cargo (the brother shopping mag to women's popular Lucky), was widely circulated in that delightful aerie, the CondeNast cafeteria. Share with the whole class, please!