Fugger: Leighton Meester

Met Ball Feh Carpet: Leighton Meester


When we wrote up this dress in our slideshow of the Marchesa collection that included it, I wrote simply, “Eh.”

I think that still pretty much covers it. Well, actually, it’s almost overwhelmingly too positive. Because although this may look sparkly and fantastical in person, in photographs it looks dingy and musty and stale-smelling; that plus Leighton’s lightened hair and zealously bronzed skin — not to mention the clammy sheen it’s given her — just makes me think she ran here after being imprisoned in her uncle’s attic for five years. If Gossip Girl‘s writers are smacking their heads against the wall in anticipation of one more season, maybe they should borrow that. My actual preference is that they go full Gossip Girl: Psycho Killer, and I bet they and the cast would find that therapeutic also, but alas they’re probably already sociopathic enough in their own ways.

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Unfug It Up: Leighton Meester


Heather and I — continuing a grand tradition of watching only really ridiculous, Guilty Pleasure movies on planes — took in a double feature of Monte Carlo and then What’s Your Number on the flight to New York yesterday. I learned several things from these movies: a) I kind of get Chris Evans now, b) regardless, What’s Your Number is terrible and bordering on offensive, c) both Leighton Meester and Katie Cassidy can pretty much sell anything. They both nailed Monte Carlo, which is adorable but feels like a TV movie. Seriously, there’s a reason Blair is the star of Gossip Girl. First, she’s the most interesting character, but also, Leighton is truly talented and surprisingly subtle. Which might be why her people are trying to sabotage her:

Why else would you put your girl in a prime position to have drunk people stagger up to her and pet her thighs all night?

What do you think? Can this be fixed? Does it NEED to be fixed? Please put on your stylist shoes and get to work.

 

 

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Fug or Fab: Leighton Meester


I like to think this is the moment when Leighton Meester first saw Blake Lively at this party:

Nothing takes off the pressure quite like realizing your castmate is dressed up as the hooker version of King Triton — it’s like her face says, “Oh, GOSH, BLAKE, you look ADORBS,” and her mind says, “Oh, thank God, no one will notice me, so I don’t have to worry about whether it looks like my boobs are wearing a seatbelt.”

SHOULD she worry?

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Fug the Show: Gossip Girl, episode whatever


I kept thinking I’d combine these images from last week with whatever new Gossip Girl delicitrocities (that’s delicious + atrocities) were committed in last night’s new episode. And then there wasn’t one. Way to foil my plan, Halloween. You ARE a holiday of evil. Although in the end, Blair’s pants are a holiday of evil, too, so at least this timing does still work out.

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Fugsip Girl


These pants are giving me a flashback to The Gap from, like, 1996.

The waist is so high it would fail a drug test, she is in danger of being haunted by a polterwang, and there’s so much fabric, it looks like she was wearing a miniskirt that took HGH and grew itself some slacks. I hope ALL of those factor into the show next season. Maybe Blair invents a time-traveling stretch limo that runs on acai berries and spite.

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Fugsip Girl


The Ritz Carlton bellman and I have the exact same look on our faces right now.

And that looks says, “dude, REALLY? How is it possible that a girl who is so pretty could possibly look so DRAB? You look like an extra in Working Girl. Now I’m depressed.” I feel you, dude.

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