ROUND ‘EM UP: The December issue of Maxim will introduce someone old and something new. Albert “A.J.” Baime, who worked with editorial director Jim Kaminsky at Maxim in the late Nineties, will return as an executive editor. Baime was articles editor at Playboy for four years and before that was executive editor at Boston magazine. Baime will replace Michael Dolan, who resigned and left the magazine after closing the December issue, which includes a new look, new sections and more mature humor.

And for those wondering what Kaminsky did in between stints at Maxim, he explains his jobs at Playboy, Rolling Stone and Men’s Journal in the issue’s editor’s letter, his first since his return. “…I left for a time and wandered,” he wrote. “I ran a nostalgia-drenched ‘adult’ mag owned by a septuagenarian in a mansion; I worked at a renowned rock/politico book and then at a monthly obsessed with adventure and shirtless men.” Kaminsky’s critiques of his former Wenner stomping grounds were gentler than Jann Wenner’s comments about his former employee to BusinessWeek’s Jon Fine earlier this month: “I’m glad he left,” he said bluntly of Kaminsky’s decision to leave Men’s Journal after only seven months.
— Stephanie D. Smith

GOOFING OFF: Hollywood insider Jason Schwartzman is an Outsider now. Fresh from promoting his latest film, “The Darjeeling Limited,” the quirky actor can now be seen modeling L.A. brand Band of Outsiders. Band founder and designer Scott Sternberg explained that after Schwartzman wore a Band of Outsiders tuxedo at the London premiere of “Darjeeling,” he asked the actor to model his holiday collection for the fashion brand’s Web site and look book. “Jason said ‘Yes,’ with no celebrity bulls–t,” recalled Sternberg, one of this year’s nominees for the CFDA/Vogue Fashion Fund, the winners of which will be revealed Thursday night at 7th on Sale. Sternberg based the capsule collection on the Robert Redford film “Downhill Racer” and shot the mini campaign at a Hollywood prop house, where Schwartzman made good use of such stylish junk as deer antlers and ski boots, as well as a real bulldog named Arrow. “It was just like, ‘Jason, goof off,'” Sternberg said, “and he’d grab a prop and act like a goof. That was the day — tons of fun.”
— Kevin West

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WOMEN, THEN MEN: Can a sales rep who spent 13 years at Interview selling ad pages to high-end fashion brands switch gears to hawk pages to Puma and Speedo? Apparently not. Victoria Fuller, who joined Women’s Health in August, has left the magazine to take the same job at Men’s Vogue. Fuller served as vice president/associate publisher of Interview and was fashion director at both Vanity Fair and Esquire before jumping to Women’s Health, but sources close to the magazine say her luxury background was too highbrow for the Rodale monthly. At Men’s Vogue, she replaces David Miller, who moved to The New Yorker as associate publisher.
— S.D.S.

SPLITTING HEIRS: While the British press went hog wild with coverage when Prince William dumped Kate Middleton last spring, they have been a little more subdued when it comes to the love trials of Prince Harry and longtime girlfriend Chelsy Davy. On Sunday, news broke in the News of the World, Sunday Mirror, and Mail on Sunday that Davy — craving her privacy and fed up with the Harry’s partying antics — had dumped him, but the reporting was straightforward and lacking nasty asides. “Prince Harry has been ditched by girlfriend,” the News of the World led with, saying the “pretty blonde” had also grown tired of Harry’s “boozy, playboy lifestyle,” and had been upset by his decision to attend the Rugby World Cup Final instead of her 22nd birthday celebrations. At the same time, the Sunday Mirror tracked the prince’s subsequent alleged $4,000 booze binge in a London nightclub. Unlike the William/Kate split, where snide columns about Middleton’s breeding and middle-class background appeared, the focus of venom — if any — lay with Harry’s partying lifestyle and womanizing ways.
— Lucie Greene