So I think I surfed my way to the blog of the most fashionable (and cutest) girl in London. Kristy Lee first pixellated on my screen last week, while watching this video of the launch of the Comme des Garçons/H&M collaboration in London. After interviewing some of the best-dressed Asians I ever did see, they focused their lens on an impossibly cute brunette identified as Kristy Lee, a blogger over at that's just my vibe. Of course, what kind of a creeper would I be to not check her out? Turns out Kristy runs a personal fashion blog filled with tales from London's rag race, plus precious photos of her in various modish outfits. She also dresses better than a Marc Jacobs model and loves the sauce.

With the dust starting to settle from the recently cratered remains of Wall Street, some perky ingénues started a how-to guide in the form of a Tumblr -- an incarnation of The Worst-Case Scenario Survival Handbook for bankers (i.e. dealing neither with worst-case scenarios nor mere survival, really). Banker Gone Broke (whose creator was profiled here) provides such useful proletarian tips as stocking your kitchen with a skillet and coffee machine. The vast majority of these "tips" seem geared toward those who spent pre-crisis days in living some kind of Cubist existence; make of that what you will.

In a post yesterday, style blogger Tavi paid tribute to her teenage, fashion-blogging peers -- Cheetos Are Orange, Childhood Flames, Hand it Over, and Intellectuals Read Vogue Too, among others. The 12-year-old blogger I’ve mentioned in the past has serendipitously become the poster-child of pre-pubescent, style-loving online scribes. In the post, not only does she highlight half-a-dozen standout style blogs penned by an under-18 set -- Tavi defends the entire adolescent fashion-blogging community.

Lil' Wayne is a rapper. I love him. He sold a lot of albums this year. Now he has a blog that he writes for ESPN Magazine. That's because all he watches is sports. He doesn't watch movies, the news, TV shows -- just sports. Lil' Wayne is a great lyricist, but his writing is not very good. It sounds kind of like how I am writing now. Here is a sample: "Besides the Packers, my favorite teams are the Red Sox, the Lakers and the Boston Bruins. I also love tennis. I had a lot of people over to my place to watch the Wimbledon final this year, and we went crazy. I love Federer but Nadal is my favorite. He's the man. I love his motivation and his heart is big. He leaves it on the court." Some people think rappers and bloggers are the same. I think this proves those people wrong.

Few markets are as over-saturated as that of street-style photography. While I’ll happily proclaim my fandom of the likes of The Sartorialist and The Facehunter, altogether the wealth of street style online is a little overwhelming. This is exactly why, when I stumbled across What I Saw Today thanks to a post on the JC Report, it felt like a flood of fresh fashion air.

And so, another crop of BlackBook interns sails off into the sunset. Sadly, nothing from their final goodbye bash made it onto the Tumblr we so generously provided for just that purpose. Nevertheless, thanks kids, and we're real sorry our generation(s) broke the economy and all. We'll still write you a killer recommendation!

Here in the BlackBook offices, we have an entirely unfeasible number of summer interns -- not that each one isn't a special snowflake of enthusiasm and talent. But how to capture, record, and disseminate that boundless energy? How to let the rest of the world know the singular experience of interning at BlackBook? And most importantly, how to jump-start another intern-driven story? With a blog, and more specifically a Tumblr. Thus was born the BlackBook Intern Tumblr, where all our minions are free to praise their (nonpaying) jobs, pontificate on the glories of catching a blurry glimpse of Maggie Gyllenhaal, and complain about how they got kicked out of our last party. We'll occasionally publish highlights here, but over there, it's all unmoderated, unedited intern shenanigans. Go read, follow, and reblog. They ask for so little, really.

Fashion blogging can be a sketchy business. First there was a brawl between bloggers Daniel Saynt of Fashion Indie and Sarah Conley and Julie Frederickson of Coutorture. Now, a fashion blogger in New Mexico had his computer gear looted in the middle of the night. Strangely, he had been broadcasting webcam images of his designer neighbor Tom Ford building his new home.

Like Sacha Noam Baron Cohen before her, Zoe Margolis is crossing the pond to relaunch her career. While Cohen left because his notoriety left alter-egos Borat, Bruno and Ali G without people to gag, Margolis ran out of people to shag. The Londoner, famous for her sex-blog Girl With A One Track Mind has had it with blokes and is intent coming to and in America. In a recent article in the Guardian—essentially, the UK version of Emily Gould’s recent confessional, details how blogging about her sex life ruined it. Once her identity was revealed by some intrepid journalists in 2006, a book deal and fame followed. “The aftermath of losing my anonymity had left me feeling fragile: I needed to curl up in someone's arms, not just shag them senseless,” she writes.

And we're not talking about crass cash payoffs, longevity, or even the tawdry mathematics of pageviews (though she's doing quite well on the latter, thanks very much). While reading bloggy oversharer Emily Gould's tell-all (or at least tell-some) cover story in this weekend's New York Times Magazine, we came to a realization: Gould is the most successful blogger in history. Success by this metric is measured in prominence and presence in the public eye that's still inclined to observe such things, and those eyeballs are growing in size and number. Her article -- a revealing chronicle of breakups and breakdowns in the world of bloggery -- is the War and Peace of Web 2.0. It's an epic print post about online posting.