Imaginary Socialite

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Heartbreak knockin’ ‘em down like the 7th grade

Heartbreak, cigarettes and songs, with a winter’s chafe

Heartbreak keep like my daughter and a run away

Aha shake tapered jean girl kills me

[AGNÈS BOULARD - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]

1. Courtney Love, out. MIA, in. (Not in our hearts and souls… just at a major Fashion Week event… Cotton candy, anyone?)

2. Hey blondie, don’t drink and catwalk.

3. Take one British blue blood who wishes he were Street, plus one eyeliner pixie with an electric Fender pedigree. Mix well, and don’t use any shampoo. Voila, l’amour!

4. Which clothing emperor flew his Vegas call girls, private plane style, into his New York flagship, but wouldn’t pay for their outfits? “This isn’t a fucking charity” he reasoned. Whoa.

5. Vicky Vale, style icon.

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What’s one thing Karlie Kloss took to her campaign shoots with Dior, Hermes, and Donna Karan?

Cookies.

She bakes them for all her photographers and stylists and brings them to set. Awww.

Now she’s doing the same thing – kind of – for Erin Fetherston. On Friday, for Fashion’s Night Out, Karlie will be decorating cupcakes with anybody who wants to join her. She’ll be stationed with Erin Fetherston in the Juicy Couture flagship and – weirdly – joined by Metric and Cory Kennedy.

Um, okay. Cool. Can the icing be pink, please?

[RUSSELL MARSH - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]

Right? Even though they bought the same fabric?

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Here’s how you know you’re obsessed:

It’s four AM.

You’re watching Alfie on Hulu.

You can’t sleep.

You can’t get Sienna’s hair.

You can’t get Sienna’s smeared-but-still-perfect eyeliner.

Instead, you stop the movie in the middle, and go, “Oh my gosh, I have bruises on my thighs just like hers!”

And it actually feels like an accomplishment.

[JANIE BRYANT - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]

The salons are already booked through August.

Well, the cool ones anyway.

Why?

Well who can explain really (except Malcolm Gladwell and those dudes from Freakonomics) but they predict a riot…sea change… hair change coming through, just in time for Fashion Week.

Give your thanks to Emma Watson, and the urge to spend money on tequila instead of shampoo.

But the scary thing? Late at night in rooftop glass bathrooms, girls are talking about DIYing their own bob. Eek.

Scissors – they’re not just for slicing skin anymore.

[RUBY ALDRIDGE - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]

Today is Andy Warhol’s birthday.

It is also Becka Diamond’s birthday.

That could be a coincidence…

But does anyone believe in those anymore?

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To: imaginarysocialite@gmail.com

From: sophie@riverdale.edu

The dress has still not been exterminated.

Indeed.

Though it seems to have been contained to the back lot of the old Virgin Suicides movie set.

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1. Jake Brown is the new Harmony Korine (if you’re a betting man).

2. $1000 is the new free drink (if you’re a society writer).

3. Canadian supermodels are the new British supermodels (if you’re a lonely rock star).

4. Gallerinas are the new call girls (like, literally).

5. The CW SATC prequel. Hey Taylor, would you trade the eyeliner for a baby pair of Manolos?

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What kind of girl colors in her Alaia ballet flats?

a) The kind of girl who knows they’re real, and thinks it’s cool to wreck them (think: Mary-Kate).

b) The kind of girl who knows they’re fake, and thinks it’s cool to brand them (think: J-Wow).

c) The kind of girl who knows they’re borrowed, and wants to make sure she gets them back (think: Monica Geller).

d) Becka. Diamond. Duh.

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Kelly, 25

Skin: English Rose.

Eyes: New York Smoke.

Hair: French Wave.

Heart: International Velvet.

Add: A pinch of Goldie Hawn circa Laugh In, to taste.

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To the boy shooting blanks:

Nobody believes you when you hold her hand. There’s no conviction, no blood flow, no heart. This is not the action of a joyful early Beatles song. You know it; we know it: Your love has gone limp. But if you can’t let go of her, that’s okay – just know I still hate you, and still think you’re great.

To the boy shooting drinks:

This is a fun game, but sooner or later we’ll have to stop looking so scared. I don’t think drugs are gonna help you; I don’t think extra lip gloss is gonna help me. Maybe it’s an after-midnight thing that happens when souls hatch open because you’re too tired to guard them. Maybe it’s a Montauk thing, when seeing a bathing suit leads to seeing the future. Either way, we probably need a carton of cigarettes and a dying cell phone. And I don’t even smoke.

To the boy shooting the breeze:

Next time, I’ll say yes.

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Spotted at Coachella by Joanna Miller.

She says, “They just won’t give it up.”

We say, “This might be the only time that The Dress That Won’t Die has been used appropriately.

Casual outdoor attire, paired with shorts and minimal makeup, actually fitting the girl’s body, acceptable accessories…

A plus, adorable!”

We also say, “Okay, DTWD. Quit while you’re ahead.”

Like that’ll ever happen.

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