• After pussy footing around impotent ENDA, HRC's asking members to get involved. Says President Joe Solmonese:

Late last week, House leaders announced their decision to change the language of the Employment Non-Discrimination Act (ENDA) so that it only includes sexual orientation and not gender identity. These House leaders have said that they do not have enough votes to move forward with the original fully-inclusive bill.

We are profoundly disappointed by this move, and I want to explain our position and ask you to write your congress member today.

Sign their pre-written letter here.

• George Takei's hard as a rock: asteroid named in gay actor's honor.

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The Advocate's rebranding takes an artistic turn this week as news mag invites gay artist Ryan McGinley to collect his favorite queer artists.

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• We saw a line of people waiting for the iPhone. They were all playing with their soon-to-be old phones. We think they're insane, as is the rest of the country.

• Talk about a tabloid wet dream: Francesca Hilton, daugher of Zsa Zsa Gabor and Paris Hilton's late grandfather, Conrad, called Zsa Zsa's current (ninth) husband, Prince Frederic von Anhalt, a faggot. von Anhalt's claim to fame, besides being married to Gabor, would be his claim that he fathered Anna Nicole Smith's baby. The icing - it went down outside a court house. And TMZ got it on video. Tune in for a special peek into Paris' future. (Cue splooge.)

• Mitt Romney's a cat person:

Romney placed his family dog, an Irish setter named Seamus, into a kennel leashed to the top of his station wagon for a 12-hour family trip from Boston to Ontario in 1983. Despite being shielded by a wind screen the former Massachusetts governor erected, Seamus expressed his discomfort with a diarrhea attack.

Romney claims the dog loved riding on the roof in a swirl of liquified shit: "He scrambled up there every time we went on trips." Scrambled? More like slid.

• London Pride ain't afraid of no car bombs. The parade marches on tomorrow. With a mock Eurovision to protest anti-gay nations.

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A famous fashion designer made a mess in the backroom, and we can only imagine what expensive threads he ruined with his absent-minded antics.

The blind item from Popbitch:

Which sharp-tongued fashion designer made a spectacle of himself at a brothel in Rio this year? At brothel 202, the fashionista asked for the three biggest black guys to shag him, but had forgotten to douche so sprayed the room with poo.

Those pictured above are just some ideas, but we suspect one more than the other two, purely based on his diet.

Over the past five years, Dior Homme designer Hedi Slimane has made us realize the sexiness of skinny, young men with killer bodies. Well, it was either him or Bel Ami, but either way Slimane has narrowed the male silhouette and brought tapered pants back into style since he took over designing the Dior menswear line in 2001. His designs have become must-haves for the hippest celebrities with no hips.

The New Yorker has published a detailed profile of Slimane, in which he discusses his many idiosyncracies, including the fact that he is rarely nostalgic, except for David Bowie and girls in tight jumpsuits:

Hedi Slimane sits alone in his room, in a pleasant but not very fashionable part of Paris, mooning over an album cover. He has just turned six. The year is 1974. The record, a birthday gift from a friend of his older sister, is “David Live”—David Bowie, recorded at the Tower Theatre in Philadelphia. The friend, Véronique, likes to put on a blue jumpsuit and imitate Bowie. She does a good Mick Jagger, too. Slimane is captivated by her. He is also captivated by the album cover, which features a photograph of Bowie onstage, dressed in a powder-blue double-breasted suit: the jacket is cut short, with narrow but square shoulders, and the pants, although pleated and billowy in the legs, are tight at the crotch.

The more attractive pieces in the Dior Homme line in fact seem to us to be very nostalgic, in that they make men today look like sexy men from decades past. Skinny pants, skinny ties, skinny boys… Ah weren't those the days?

Slimane actually spends a good deal of his time looking for the perfect skinny boys to model for him. Sometimes he gets his driver to take him out in the middle of the night on what he calls "boy safaris":

Slimane is distinguished from most other designers by his practice of casting unknowns or nonprofessionals for his shows. Like everyone else in the trade, he calls them “boys.” He spots them on the street or in clubs—a process that Slimane calls “boy safari.” He won’t really say what the right attributes are, and they can vary from show to show, but generally he prefers his boys tall, lean, slightly androgynous, and English. Usually, he has an assistant make the approach, but if he is alone he will do it himself. He then summons all the candidates to a photography studio and whittles them down to three or four dozen, whom he invites to Paris for fittings. Casting is a year-round job.

The article makes clear how moody and French Slimane is, but also how talented. It's rumored that he will design both mens and womenswear for Yves Saint Laurent when his Dior contract expires this July. Will we see girls in skinny pants and skinny ties? For now we're content looking at the boys, in and out of their clothes. Photos from the Dior Homme Summer 2006 campaign are after the jump.

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• We’re fashion queen, but Hedi Slimane’s obsession with malnourished twinks is something we find disturbing, not artful nor sexy. [Towleroad]

• Of course it’s time for more of Dan Renzi’s brother. [Dan Renzi]

• Even in 1990 Joan Rivers looked like a club kid. She fit right in. [WOW Report]

• The NY Daily News recently featured a few blogs and somehow seemed to leave out the fact that these sites (well Trent, Jared, and Perez) are Gay, Gay, Gay! [NY Daily News]

• Speaking of Perez, he found this great clip of Star Jones getting hit in the face with a football. Yup, it’s brilliant. [Perez Hilton]