This, for starters. Cathy Horyn in the Times, on who might be reading this fun-sounding if rather unfortunately titled new magazine:

The articles Fielden commissioned—a number of them from New Yorker writers such as John Seabrook, Nick Paumgarten and Michael Specter—suggest a robust appetite for a literate, adventuresome life. There is a profile of the painter Walton Ford, who each summer takes a 250-mile walk from his New England front porch to his printer's; a feature called "Life Studies" that opens with a photographic portrait of John Currin in his studio; an article and fashion spreads about the English obsession with weekend shooting parties; a look at Roger Federer and the contents of his tennis bag; and a feature on the New York town house that the architect David Chipperfield designed for Nathaniel Rothschild. There are front-of-the-book pieces on wine, cell phones equipped with GPS tracking systems and a quirky piece by Jeffrey Steingarten about his favorite meat slicer.

Seriously, I want you to find one man in the world who'll say the words "Men's Vogue" neither campily nor homophobically nor ironically. Still, I'm all for hearty metrosexuality, passé though it may already be. Give a man a haircut and a decent sweater, I've always said, and fish will suddenly remember how much they enjoy bicycling.