Dear Leighton, So maybe we're used to you oozing Upper East Side debutante in Blair's Ralph Lauren pea coats and Nanette Lepore frocks, and we are open to change, but we've really started to worry about your recent choice of outfits. From the American Eagle catastrophe - we're still confused - to your most recent outing in a knit cum leather minidress that looks like Hervé Leger wrapped around a home-ec project, we're afraid you're digging yourself into a fashion hole. We love that you've eschewed the Marchesa and Marc that your fellow starlets reach for in favor of riskier choices, and we actually loved the straight-off-the-runway Vuitton you rocked to the Met Ball, so why not try some SS10 Givenchy? Ricardo Tisci's super-skinny printed pants would make a great substitute for those fallopian tube leggings if you're ever so inclined again. xo, Fashionista
An Open Letter to Marc Jacobs Regarding "BANG"
Dear Marc, This is a very difficult thing for us to say, since we've been your biggest fans forever. We've always idolized you for your creative independence, geekiness, and wallflower chic-meets-grunge aesthetic. As a geeks ourselves, we admired you for always being yourself, which is so uniquely cool, instead of being trendy or sexy. So, this letter comes with a ton of love and respect. Many expressed outrage as you morphed from chubby, awkward Marc to hot, buff, usually naked Marc. Adjusting to sexy Marc was difficult.