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For those who were dying to buy (or at least try on and TwitPic) the ill-fated Lindsay Lohan x Ungaro collection, you might want to pull out your credit cards.

Four of the better dresses from the collection, which to our knowledge weren’t sold anywhere, have surfaced on eBay.

They’re from a pretty reputable vintage site called StyleBug, and they run around $450, “or best offer.”


Make that “best offer” a case of expensive spray tan, a court order, and some leggings, and see what happens.

[ESTRELLA ARCHS - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]

Getting arrested is a little less fun than Arrested Development.

(Way more fun than Hogan Family reruns, though…)

Runners Up: Ella Moss is not Leila Moss, Jessie J is not Jesse Jo, Diplo is not Dipset…

[DAVID CROSS - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]

1) If Dakota and Emma go to Gallatin at the same time, will they share an apartment like Mary Kate and Ashley did?

2) Have you gotten “date night” advice from Gisele yet? If you’re an intern at W, you have.

3) Rag & Bone & Julia Frakes in an empty chicken coop. Please let this be a Matt Jacobs production.

4) Cory’s blonde. Read ‘em and bleach.

[CHARLOTTE FREE - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]

Check out Brittany S. Pierce (Heather Morris) in the Gwyneth episode of Glee.

She’s wearing a sweatshirt by Wildfox Couture, which is super-adorable but also super-expensive… $108, to be exact.

Is everyone in Lima, Ohio secretly loaded?

Did Brittany steal it off the set of her Teen Vogue shoot?

Or does Rachel Berry just get way more allowance money than she cares to admit?

Wildfox Big Love sweatshirt, $108. And huge apologies to those who don’t watch Glee and think I’m talking even more nonsense than usual.

[DAVE GROHL - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]

Caption: “The fact that nothing special can create such a frenzy both mesmerizes and delights me.” –Tim Blanks

Question: Would this comment be different if Taylor still worked at Conde? Discuss.

[DIRK STANDEN - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]

I don’t like you anymore, but my gut doesn’t believe it.

It slinks into a straight line through my stomach whenever I see you, then hangs a left and heads for my heart. What the hell.

I don’t really want to care who you’re touching or what you’re drinking, but the residue of something we used to know won’t wash off my mind. I leave fingerprints of dissolved conversations on my glass. I cough blood on your old sweatshirt and swear I’ll throw it out. I haven’t yet.

It would all be okay if I were in ninth grade, but I’m not. It would all be okay if I thought we should be together, but I don’t. Instead it’s just the ghost of a feeling that I strangled and kicked and sliced, until finally I convinced myself that it was done.

Is this because of the Super Moon? I’m shutting my windows. I’m cranking Led Zeppelin. I’m kicking you out of my guts.

[GIOVANNA BATAGLIA - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]

[CHRISTIANE AMANPOUR - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]

An actual email from my Inbox.

Dear Imaginary Socialite,

I need help ,

So let’s say you’re once again an imaginary sophomore at an imaginary school. Looks like your hard work at boarding school has paid off as you can now bask in the sunlight of a nice Bay Area afternoon. Suddenly, an evil little storm cloud obscures the sky, preemptively ending your tanning sesh’ before it even starts.

Of course, that little fucker is a metaphor for the 20 page creative piece of fiction you’ve just been assigned. No worries though, you’re little miss sunshine and no cloud is going to ruin your day. You trek to the library to abolish this little guy. Unfortunately, as soon as you get there, you’re struck with writer’s block. You’ve got the plot: An ultra-luxe, fabulous girl from Andover, Massachusetts and her gay best friend from that one school in New Hampshire. They’ve graduated high school, gone off to college and graduated there as well, and now they’re living it up in NYC. MisShapes anachronisms aside, the concrete jungle where dreams are made of, doesn’t yet seem to have a conflict for these two characters which is why I seek your advice.

If you were writing a paper like this in order to get one step closer to graduating, resulting in you being one step closer to becoming a super cool, imaginary editor at some nonfigmentary magazine— Vogue perhaps?— what would you use as the conflict in your story?

Sincerely,
Imaginary Schoolboy

[JON CRYER - AM I THE IMAGINARY SCHOOLBOY?]

So. Anyone want to write an Alloy manuscript and mail it to Stanford?

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