Winnipeg-bred artist Marcel Dzama's work is mesmerizing. Populated by furred beasties, curious birds with sharp talons, hazy ghosts and ageless humans who dress prim and proper, but have the feral bearing of changelings raised by trees, his delicate pen-and-ink (and root beer and collage) pieces feel both anachronistic and enchanted. I've often wondered what he'd do with fleshier, meatier materials.

When I first got wind of Lindsay Lohan’s fledgling design career several months ago, I convinced myself I could wash it from my consciousness in much the same way as Pam Ewing was able to erase an entire season of Dallas by realizing it was all a bad dream.

I love it when truly independent artists get major exposure in the mainstream media, especially when the boost is kinda-sorta accidental. Such is the case with the enchanting music-and-video collaboration between Toronto visual artist Margaux Williamson and anarchist alt-folk-pop-rock act Tomboyfriend.

Few would contest the fact that Chanel honcho Karl Lagerfeld is nuttier than a quilted leather fruitcake, but it takes a special kind of eccentric to dream up a haute couture rod-and-tackle ensemble ... especially in the midst of a massive recession.

Today's fascinating internet find, courtesy of the fascinating-thing-finding email list Very Short List, is the charming little blog "Sexy People."

In honour of New York Fashion Week (which is grinding to a Project Runway'd close), Reuters has a cute, fluffy item on fashion world vernacular.

Yesterday, the British Museum unveiled artist Marc Quinn's new work, Siren. The piece is a life-sized sculpture of waifish supermodel Kate Moss, Quinn's perennial muse (he once sculpted her in bronze, pretzeled into a yoga pose), cast entirely in solid freakin' gold. At 50 kg (110 pounds and change), it's likely heftier than the gangly clotheshorse.