What’s so Bad About Look Book?

Look honey, I understand that fashion is democratic now. The internet has done glorious things for our culture. But the internet, and street-style, has made telling the difference between a crack whore and my former roommate almost impossible. If I see another girl wearing ripped tights and something black and tight I may have to go all Oedipus on my eyes.

Look bitches, I’m starting to think that some of you don’t use your brains. Yeah, you look real cute with your American Apparel and H & M ensembles (oh is that an Urban Outfitter’s purse I see? Well look at you, accessorizing with originality). Your messy hair, ironic t-shirt, and leather jacket are no match for real style.

It was fun when Maripol was convincing Madonna to add those Boy Toy belts and to pose with a cigarette. Oh, Look Book girl, you haven’t heard of Maripol? Google her, she was you and so much more. Know your roots homeslice, before there was Lady Gaga, there was Maripol.

Debbie Harry was cool because she was the pretty punk girl. Patti Smith didn’t like her because it’s hard out there for a bad ass brunette when she’s gotta compete with a wisp of a pretty little blonde thing like Debbie. But honey, you are no Debbie and you are no Patti. And you certainly are no Gaga. So put on some pants, read a god damn book, and look for some stylistic inspiration outside of that small little website of skinny little girls poking holes in their tights with their bony knees.

(Pictures via I Smell of You in Every Single Dream I Dream, Have You Seen the Blues?, & We Don’t Use Our Brains)