Last night the Drake was a veritable spectacle of boldfaced grandeur, trendy sneakers and perfectly worn in high-heeled leather boots. M.I.A. took to the stage, and a gaggle of journos, bloggers, and people with Dov Charney-esque facial hair shook their booties like TOist has rarely seen in this town. PopWherry, our occasional concert cohort, was tucked in the back, and Eye guy Stuart Berman was somewhere thereabouts too. Torontoist hero Mr. Zoilus told us that......

We haven't bothered with our Seven critique in recent weeks because the tabloid-stepchild of the Globe's Friday paper hasn't warranted much criticism of late. But this week Globe Seven does a bang up job. The Sleepy McKellar cover shot ranks second only to StrutMag's awesome pimped-out McKellar photo spread (think Don McKellar pretending he's Dov Charney!) of issues past. What's more, we get a Monday Report shot of Margaret Atwood inventing the character of a......

Today brings us yet another installment in the Dov Charney Media Feature Lovefest. This time from the Times, by way of Gawker. Even before the US outlets caught on to the charisma of American Apparel's Canadian Porn Star in Chief, Dov was hyped in an amazingly lengthy and nuanced piece by Mireille Silcoff. And now, every gal with a pen and a pulse knows she can go to LA (or NY) to meet with Dov......