At a Live Out Loud charity event the other night, hosted by Xanadu's Cheyenne Jackson, we ran into designer and Central Park jogger Thom Browne, who was co-hosting the evening, and asked him why, for a fashion guy who's so clearly smoking hot, he hadn't transformed himself into the alternative Marc Jacobs — the Marc Jacobs who obsessively flaunts his David Barton body in the pages of many a magazine.

How come, we prompted Browne, he wasn't out there showing himself off? "Because nobody's asked me!" he replied. Shame!

We half-joked that we were going to call a men's magazine editor and lobby him to commission a Browne spread. Browne coyly said he'd do it if the opportunity arose. Funny, then, that one of the rumors we heard at last night's National Magazine Awards was that a major glossy might be working on something of that very nature.