The Importance of Not Being Desperate
My generation’s love for ripped tights and the American Apparel Fetishization of women has gone overboard.
Yeah, I’ve thought about sending in pictures to American Apparel, and definitely saw the “Model Nude for Terry Richardson” section on his website and seriously considered it (I figure, I cannot afford food and this is the skinniest I will ever be in my life so I might as well parlay that into cash/everlasting fame of some sort). But what ever happened to looking like a lady until the clothes came off? Grace Kelly was a promiscuous little thing, but you would have no idea looking at her (rumor has it, her moves consisted mostly of luring a man into a hotel room and emerging naked, which is kind of majorly awesome when you think about it).
Buy some new tights, ladies, pretend that you are not going to go home with that guy, and then go home with him. LOOKING LIKE A CRACK WHORE IS NOT SEXY. Dressing to the nines, spending just as much time trying to look (dare I say it?) classy as you would trying to look trendy has way more benefits than you may think. Audrey Hepburn is a style icon because she eschewed the trends and just tried to look nice, her style is eternal, while Erin Wasson is just comes off as a vapid model trying to gain a little edge.
(image via DirtyLittleStyleWhore)
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)
