Somebody give ELLE Magazine a curfew. Their fashion staff must be out at all hours, drinking Crystal Light shooters, posing for photo blogs, and flirting with Jackson Pollis. How else can we explain their gleeful, glittery embrace of even more hipster hautness? A quick review: First, ELLE embraced Kool Aid hair colors, just like Greg K from MisShapes. Next, they write about their love of huge logo tees, just like Henry Holland. Then came the ELLE rhapsody on all things neon, as seen on Agyness, Ikeleine, and all seven issues of Super Super Magazine. And now? Their feature story is called Rave New World. It's stuffed with photos of Boom Box, Studio B, and MisShapes. It's crammed with day-glo nail polish and hot pink lipstick. And it's further proof that the Crayola streaked style surge we've seen for the past two years might be an indelible, glow-in-the-dark mark on our decade. Or: ELLE just wants some free Red Bull for their fashion closets.
Somebody give ELLE Magazine a curfew. Their fashion staff must be out at all hours, drinking Crystal Light shooters, posing for photo blogs, and flir