Jerry Kaye at Dr. Marten; Hedi Slimane Denies Diesel; The New Guide to Going Gray; Kanye West Eyewear; Agyness Deyn Sings, Jessican Stam Spins; Remember PF Flyers?

Jerry Kaye, former creative director at Perry Ellis, is now taking his talents to Dr. Marten. God, I remember when yellow stitched Doc Marten boots were the only stamp of cool. I basically bitched slapped my mother until she bought me, like, 8 pairs. Let's hope Kaye's plans to expand into ready-to-wear revive my violent passion for the brand. [Fashionista]

Though somewhat substantiated rumors were flying that Hedi Slimane was in talks to oversee Diesel's new Red Collection, the word on the runway is that, after a reported meeting between Slimane and Renzo Rosso, a deal has yet to be made--and may never be made. [WWD]

Out.com's very own Nick Burns sheds light on new techniques, processes and information in the middle-aged battle against gray hair. I see him around the office and I think he might be losing the battle... (joking my dear) [NY Times]

Kanye West is always looking for another project to slap his name on to further establish himself as the master of, well, everything. So, it's no surprise that he has chosen cult Australian denim brand Ksubi to collaborate with his own label, Pastelle, to launch a line of eye wear. [British Vogue]

OK, we can tolerate Agyness Deyn's foray into music with her marginal collaboration with Five O'Clock horses, but Jessica Stam as a DJ? Tyra Banks goes off and gets a talk show and now every model out there thinks they are entitled to flaunt their "talents." Save it for the Apollo, girls. [Fashionista]

PF Flyers made basketball legend Bob Cousy a superstar on the court; and, now that the brand has relaunched Bob's all-American low tops from 1956, you too can channel greatness. Maybe not with a basketball, but you'll look cute! [Material Interest]

I'm hearing that the striped button down shirt is back again, only now it's all about subtly rather than those loud colorful versions we saw a few seasons ago. Hmm, the frat boys must be freaking out. [NY Times] -- SETH PLATTNER