Abbey Love: Numero’s December cover features a striking image of Abbey Lee Kershaw shot by Miguel Reveriego. Charlotte Gainsbourg and an Irving Penn tribute are inside. {Models}

On the Other Side: Meanwhile, Rachel Wiesz is on the cover of January’s British Vogue. She’s wearing Louis Vuitton and her head, kind of strangely, is behind the title. {VogueUK}

Score: Ruth La Ferla writes quite the adoring article on Alexander Wang in today’s Times. With quotes from Sally Singer to the Wall Street banker who ditched work to make his trunk show, he’s even more officially everyone’s favorite. {NYTimes}

The Editor’s Truth: Anne Slowey spills on Tavi. She thinks there might be a “Team Tavi” and questions the difference between her articulate writing and the “ethereal vagueness” of her speaking. She also calls the Bazaar column, “gimmicky.” {NYMag}

Last night, on my way out of Paris, I was detained at customs.

The officer took my Eddie Borgo bracelet, wrapped it around his knuckles and made punching motions at me to demonstrate its violent possibilities. I cried and pleaded in both French and English until they finally agreed I could exit security with my bracelet, find the post office at Charles De Gaulle and ship it back to New York.

At this point, only magazines and copious amounts of chocolate could bring me down from my temper tantrum so I piled Jalouse, L’Officiel, Numero etc. into my arms, but it was the free magazine, Aéroport de Paris, that I read first.

I’ve scanned the article after the jump, but they went behind the scenes with Jacques Polge, Chanel’s nose since 1978, to check out the house’s west Paris lab and discuss his perfume-making process. Whether they’re launching a new fragrance or not, Polge travels the world annually, based on the seasons, to find new scents, to discover if the jasmine’s better in Egypt or India, to research how scents age and learn about other perfumes.

For the less business-minded, more creative types, there’s always your stylist internship.

Katie Mossman’s worked with Numero, Bazaar and a handful of international Vogues and she’d like some help for fall (at least, maybe longer), two to three days a week (working with a stylist can be all consuming, don’t be shocked if those days include weekends).

You’ll help on set, preparing stories, dressing models, ironing, steaming, organizing the closet, tracking samples and with general administrative tasks.

The job will be easier if you have a Blackberry or iPhone and you know the city like the back of your hand. Basically, she wants interns who are extremely motivated, would kill for the position and have no problem waking up at 5am for an outdoor shoot in the snow.

If that’s you, email Katiemossmanintern@gmail.com with a very short cover letter and your resume.

Each time I move apartments (and I tend to do this often) I fight the same battle; no one understands why I insist upon moving my magazines.

“Throw them out!” they tell me. “They’re too heavy!” they insist. (Though surely they’d balk at the thought of trashing a single book.) Absolutely not. I love my magazines. And while I can be talked into tossing an issue of GQ with Leonardo DiCaprio on the cover, others, like Andre J’s French Vogue or Coco Rocha’s Numero, will stay with me forever - even if I have to pay the movers extra - because nothing beats a really exceptional magazine.

One of the best that I’ve managed to hang onto dates from 2003 (which means its lived in seven apartments). W dedicated an entire issue to Kate Moss. Inside, various artists including Richard Prince, Lucien Freud, Chuck Close and all the best photographers paid tribute to the supermodel and now, the Chuck Close photographs are going to auction.

The black and white nude is expected to sell for as much as $16,300 at Christie’s on Wednesday which means I’ll have to stay content with flipping through the yellowing pages of my original issue.