In a piece in today's New York Times about the conspicuous art consumption of inconspicuous billionaire Steven "Stevie" Cohen, Landon Thomas Jr. and Carol Vogel write that among his Jackson Pollocks, Manets, Monets, Warhols, and Lichtensteins, is his latest collectible:

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Fans of highbrow ephemera should check out the new issue of Aperture, which features selections from Village Voice arts editor Vince Aletti's voluminous magazine collection.

Just Say No!, by Bill Mitchell

First Brad and Jen. Then Charlie and Denise. Now, another beloved couple is calling it quits: Jeff Jarvis and Bill Keller.

Online community encyclopedia Wikipedia is nothing new, but because you can add any entry to the database or alter any information that appears in an existing entry (thus making it an unwise source for any would-be journos out there), it's a wonderful measure of who the people really care to know about and what, exactly, is worth knowing:

Nebbishes, let's get ready to ruuuuuumbllllle!

Matt Drudge introduces the world to our children's new plush overseers. Clearly Microsoft is pulling out of MSNBC in favor of the lucrative intelligent stuffed bear market.

Big news, everyone: our favorite CNN anchor Andy McCooperson (he with the mane purer than a baby in a burka), has finally been recognized for being perfectly dashing!

Lessons in publicity (taken ever-so-slightly out of context), courtesy of the Guardian:

BASHIR KEEPS SCHTUM IN JACKSON TRIAL

We're actually afraid to relay this report from MSNBC gossip columnist (and soon-to-be VF profile subject) Jeannette Walls:

Don't ask why, but we've got CNN on again in the Gawker "office," and President Bush is giving a speech honoring the Boston Red Sox. We've heard the following:

You're a busy person. So busy, you don't even have time to read the new issue of Vanity Fair. But you're in luck! Most of the next issue has been pre-read for your convenience. Who needs to slog through all those perfume-stinking pages of glossy fabulosity when others can read them for you?

Hey writers! Got a book coming out? Need an awesome blurb with hipster cred but the usual suspects won't return your calls?

Stay tuned for news and updates, as they become available.

As if their complete domination of New York City's every street corner didn't prove their evil mettle, the corporate caffeine-pushers behind the human drone refueling station known as Starbucks have sunk to a new low. They destroyed the Starship once and for all.

This week's Look Book is a Turkish triple threat: Mila, Sandra, and Tara Erer are the most fashionable ladies this side of Istanbul, and they'll be sure to let you know it. While waxing philosophical about the safety of her daughters while they pursue their New York educations, Sandra flaunts her Marc Jacobs coat and plugs her stores (Acqua Verde, all over Turkey — check 'em out!). After the jump, Bill Schulz, Ross Clark, and Grant Ginder give Intern Alexis their unsolicited opinions (none of which reflect the opinions of the Gawker staff, might we add) on the ladies Erer.

We're hearing that Matt Ullian, Vanity Fair's editorial promotions associate and the boy-wonder behind the mag's Oscar party, has left the side of Sarah Marks and Graydon's event-planning posse in favor of GQ's greener pastures. Conveniently, Ullian waited until after the Oscar party to make his move, but now that he's found himself swaddled in Jim Nelson's man-love, we have to wonder: What's going on at GQ? Maybe Ullian just needed a change of pace, but this smells a little bigger. The party circuit knows Ullian rather well and his punch-serving skills are revered; GQ might be looking to raise the bar and up their glitz factor. Or, you know, Ullian could just be organizing some GQ-spawn's bar mitzvah.

Thank god (the good, Christian one, not the bad one who helps out Bob Novak) for Bay Ridge, the little red state tucked inside our big blue city. Where else but in unhip New York do people defend morality and think of the children? Take the brave "people" up in arms about bus ads for The L Word.