Now, here's what we call a neighborhood watch. Photography by Joe Lally. Styling by Carlos Davis. See full gallery.

Lock up your daughters: Inked, but sharly attired, a band of sartorial punks inject the mean streets of Milan with edge. Photography by Pieter Henket. Styling by Chris Benns. See full gallery.

Adrift in the City of Lights, an otherworldly out-of-towner (and her sidekick) overshadows the crowds in this season's most heaven-sent designs. Photography by Kristian Schuller. Styling by Peggy Schuller. See full gallery.

Jumpsuits have dotted countless designer collections since graduating from garages to glossies more than two decades ago. Recent versions have evoked the printed one-pieces of Mick Jagger and Freddie Mercury, while hearkening back to the velvet ropes of Studio 54 and even hitting upon haute meat-locker garb. The ubiquity of today’s jumpsuit has made it more of a seasonal staple than a runway one-off, with every major house -- from H&M to Chanel and YSL -- touting their own signature versions, finally giving the onesie its much-deserved 15 minutes. See full gallery.

Omar Doom is a real basterd. As Pfc. Omar Ulmer in this summer’s highly anticipated World War II bloodbath Inglourious Basterds, he’s one of eight American men sent to terrorize Hitler’s army in Nazi-occupied France -- specifically to hunt and kill German soldiers, not capture them. So yeah, Doom gets a little bloody; it is, after all, a Quentin Tarantino film. Doom is two for two with Tarantino now down the red carpet at Cannes. He also acted in Grindhouse -- which premiered at Cannes two years ago -- the Robert Rodriguez-Tarantino double feature, with Doom in Tarantino’s half of Death Proof. Doom's now part of that special actor club alongside Uma Thurman, Samuel Jackson, and another basterd, Hostel director Eli Roth. We chatted with Doom about writing his own music, scalping Nazis, drinking beer with the biggest movie star in the world, and playing with fire to the point where it put him in the hospital. Rather than stay exclusively dark, we also enjoyed a day o' Doom on Catalina Island in Southern California (see full gallery) before he popped away to the London premiere of Inglourious Basterds. See the clip above for a demo of Doom's slick golf-cart-racing skills, peruse the full gallery of his sartorially chic island time, and check out the full interview after the jump.

If you caught our interview with Juliette Lewis, you saw her incarnate famous rebels like Mick Jagger, Bonnie Parker, Bettie Page, and Coco Chanel. Now feast your peepers on this bonus gallery of behind-the-scenes outtakes of Juliette's versions of Mick, Bettie, and Bonnie. See full gallery. Photography by Mary Ellen Matthews; styling by Ting Ting Lin.

Tight Leather. Greaser Denim. This is where the wild things are. See full gallery here. Photography by Danielle Levitt. Styling by Tammy Eckenswiller.

Dive headfirst into this summer's splashiest designs. Go for the wet look. See full gallery. Photography by Mike Rosenthal. Styling by Johnny Wujek.

Eight nationalities of models showcase eight new pairs of shades. See full gallery. Photography by Angela Hau. Styling by Elizabeth Stauber.

I entered the historic Jane Hotel (see gallery) and was hit by a wave of nostalgia. It was here that I tried my first attempt to make money at clubbing. It was at that time a decrepit hotel with a balcony all around. Hotelier/proprietor Sean MacPherson showed me where this upper level was. "It was kind of silly, as it blocked the windows." I told him that my deal was revenue-sensitive and that I actually jumped behind the bar to replace a rather slow (in many ways) bartender. Even then, I wouldn't tolerate incompetence. It was a rough punk crowd with mohawks, torn jeans, and stomping boots. I think the Undead, a band I managed, were on stage, or was it "Khmer Rouge"? Time and impatience burn brain cells. The party was tattooed in my cerebrum when a leather-clad hardcore menace leaped from the balcony onto the bar as I served up a couple of brews. It was bedlam, and lots of fun.