Please to enjoy:

– Ugh, the Missoni for Target stuff is so cute. Can I justify buying a Missoni bike when I already HAVE a bike that I hardly ever ride? Don’t answer that. (The Cut)

– Speaking of cute diffusion lines: a reminder that Heather and I are hosting the preview party for Karl Lagerfeld’s Macy’s line on August 30th at the Beverly Center in Los Angeles. 6:30pm! Cocktails! We’ll be happy to sign your copies of SPOILED! Outfits! COME ON DOWN!

- Remember New Albany, the mysterious is it real/is it not tumblr I linked to a while ago, about a girl living in a Mysterious and Possibly Nefarious Commune? Y’all enjoyed it and it’s gotten crazy interesting lately, so consider this a reminder of its awesomeness. (New Albany)

This is a lovely piece about writing postcards. Remember when you used to get a ton of postcards every summer? That was always a delight. And that is always why I try to send postcards if I can — everyone loves to get them. Let’s send more postcards, you guys. (New York Review of Books)

– A thoughtful take from someone who didn’t think that McQueen exhibit at the Met — which just closed — was All That. (The Gloss)

I am never not interested in juicy speculative gossip about the (ALLEGED) disaster that is the Prince Albert/Princess Charlene Marriage. (Celebitchy)

– This essay — titled, The Best Time I Was a 200 Pound Beauty Queen — might be my favorite thing I’ve read all week. (The Hairpin)

– Check out The 30 Harshest Filmmaker-On-Filmmaker Insults in History. Frankly, I’m firm in my conviction that “You’re just a VIRGIN WHO CAN’T DRIVE” is the meanest thing ever said in the history of film, but I am aware that Amy Heckerling wasn’t saying it to, like, Scorsese. (Flavorwire)

– I can’t BELIEVE they ARE making Bridget Jones 3. Is this going to be the one where Renee finally refuses to put on the weight? (Lainey)

– This is an awesome way to compare Fake Movie Southern Accents with Real Ones. (Vulture)

– Need a good cry? This slideshow of 9/11 Search and Rescue Dogs should do it. I want to give them all a bone and a belly rub. (New York Times)

– Need a good righteous rage? This profile of Tommy Hilfiger’s TREMENDOUSLY DOUCHEY “rapper” son Rich should do it. (NY Observer)

Cleanse your palate with this groovy interactive piece about the 100 best closing lines from books. (Stylist)