So Lara Stone's Dutch tittay's somehow found themselves tumbling out of Playboy France's June issue - without her consent, quelle horreur!

"Playboy had no right to publish these unauthorised photographs. It's not the kind of publication I would ever choose to appear in" she wept to The Independent. "I feel I have no option but to take steps to protect my reputation."

Thus, gap-toothed girlfriend has instructed her lawyers, Schillings, to bitchslap Playboy, along with Greg Lotus, the offending photrapher, with a lawsuit. Gotta love her holier-than-thou attitude over appearing in jazz-rag - although kinda a contradiction when you wed a notoriously seedy lothario dontchathink?

Another season, another Sketchbook magazine love-in. Spring saw the illustration-centric tome's Newburgh Street pop-up store spill at the seams with exhibitions, workshops and bloggers (not forgetting that tower of cupcakes). Now in summer, tucked away in a little corner of Kingly Court in the heart of Carnaby, the Sketchbook Studio has been one big fat creative workshop with an explosion of talent beavering away on three floors.

Deep in the basement lies the artists workspace, brimming with all kinds of illustrative wonderfulness, next floor up is host to a live photo studio and top floor is Sketchbook HQ. Despite my post-Secret Garden Party flu (don't ask) TRR hauled its ass there earlier today for stylist, Sabrina from The Science of Style 's shoot only to find itself at the receiving end of home-baked bespoke cupcakes and the front of a camera lens.

Running until the end of the month, Sketchbook Studios will continue to house its gaggle of artists in residence as well as compiling their next issue.

Sketchbook Studios, M9 Kingly Court, Carnaby

Phil Green's web-development elves have been gettin' busy by the looks of the new pimped-up Arcadia websites. Topshop, Topman, Miss Selfridge, Wallis et al have been given a slick - suspiciously 'Net-A-Porter' style makeover, having seemingly adopted their streamlined template of a horizontal navigational menu above a large glossy landing image.

The refurbished features include improved navigation, videos and improved product viewing angles. “The new sites give a much bigger canvas for the chains features, images and video" brags Simon Pritchard, Arcadia's E-commerce Director. "We want to make these sites real destinations for content and fashion.”

Nosing through the new Topshop.com, the moodboard style deconstruction of each of their collections is a really inspired move, as well as the styling advice and key-piece navigation. All the sites follow an engaging, magazine-esque format that seem to be built around personality rather than a clinical e-retail store. Backslaps all round.

It's probably the deathly pale ghost of Pete Doherty past clanking around in the hallyways looking for his misplaced crack pipe, but either way, Kate Moss is convinced her Primrose Hill home has got a bad case of the spooks. So-much-so in fact she's roped in the help of an exorcist to rid the house of evil spirits (cue tossing out the booze-cabinet jokes).

"Jamie Hince is a believer in the supernatural and has persuaded her there is bad energy in the house which needs to be removed by a shaman priest," an anonymous source told The Scum. "She has found one who will perform a ceremony to cleanse the place."

Well her place is nothing if not cursed considering her recent burglary and sewage leak but surely all that's needed is a ritualistic burning of anything Doherty related to cleanse the property of ghostly beings and undead souls..?

Marc Jacobs and his hot Brazilian piece, Lorenzo Martone have waved goodbye to those commitment tattoo plans and called time on their relationship.

Lorenzo tweeted: "Thanks for t notes. yes, I saw t press today. We are not together, haven't been in 2 months. And we will not comment on it. Sorry. We r fine."

Wow, if his, err, questionable grammar isn't due to running out of Twitter characters and with no comment, I guess we're only left to speculate whether it's Martone's absent eloquence which could to blame (I jest, I jest).

The announcement certainly puts the kibosh on the will-they-won't-they marriage rumours and perhaps confirms the ones circulating about Martone gettin' cozy with a married man behind Jacobs' back...

Aw well. At least he still has Spongebob.