Not since Mark Messier has there been a hockey player in New York that's captured the attention of the Big Apple's media elite like Sean Avery of the New York Rangers. Nick Paumgarten of The New Yorker has a piece on Avery this week called "Puckhead" that celebrates his attitude, his antagonism of Marty "Fatso" Brodeur in the Stanley Cup Playoffs and, above all else, his dedication to fashion:

He has said that he finds sports, and athletes, boring, and that he'd like to be an editor of a fashion magazine. (He's planning to do a summer internship at Vogue.) Unlike most hockey players, he sees nothing wrong with the fact that he likes to "smell nice occasionally." He has said that he prizes his black patent-leather Yves Saint Laurent high-tops, "a lovely cashmere throw from a friend who works at Calvin Klein," and his Philippe Starck machine-gun-shaped lamp ("It lets you know there's a man living in the house"). For a while, he wore black nail polish on one hand-"my fighting hand." He told one magazine, "Sometimes I'll wear a scarf to the game and my teammates have no idea what to do." He is a conspicuous dater of starlets, such as Elisha Cuthbert, and was recently linked, by rumor, to Mary-Kate Olsen, and, in error, to the alleged Manhattan madam Kristin Davis. He's sort of a puckhead's Dennis Rodman, except that there's more fox in his crazy.

The added emphasis above is ours, because we didn't want you to breeze over the most important piece of news to emerge from the article: Sean Avery is going to intern at Vogue during the summer. According to Courtney Hazlett of MSNBC this morning, "He wrote a letter to [editor-in-chief] Anna Wintour saying he really liked the magazine, and while he's got some time to spare this summer he would like to hone his skills at Vogue magazine. Their spokesperson is saying the 28 year old will be expected to do traditional assistant-like duties."

According to Women's Wear Daily, those duties could include "making copies and messengering couture gowns." All we know about Vogue magazine, we learned from the thinly-veiled experiences of a former editorial assistant shared in "The Devil Wears Prada." Based on that classic film, Avery can expect a summer of nasty insults about his lack of style, tracking down unpublished copies of "Harry Potter" manuscripts for the editors' daughters and spending the night with the man of his dreams under the lights of Paris. Or maybe not all of those; they're not making any more "Harry Potter" books, after all.

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