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Because it’s not hard enough being a 12-year-old girl with hair that doesn’t look like the other kids’ (or maybe because it’s National Racism Week?), teachers are also ripping on the appearance of Florida tweenager Vanessa VanDyke.
While the prevailing opinion regarding white people in blackface finally seems to be OH GOD DON’T DO IT EVER, this sentiment is repeatedly proving to be lost on the fashion set.
There’s certainly much to be said for North Korea’s “take no prisoners tailoring,” but can camouflage pants really hold a candle to Carrie Bradshaw‘s sexed-up Arabian Chic semi-keffiyeh?
Attention, ladies! Gone are the day of unfashionable chastity belts with fiddly key locks. It’s time to liberate your loins from their titanium shackles, and cast off the irons chains from your rusty skivvies.
Trivia time! What is a post breakup outfit? Is it a) an ‘art’, b) skinny jeans and a casual t-shirt, d) a pair of second-skin leather pants or c) a dumb, sexist term that converts a slow news day into click-throughs?
You spray perfume and you spray on a tan (or you don’t, which I prefer) but would you spray an invisible veil over your face to combat spring allergies? Apparently, the next big thing out of Tokyo is just that.
As much as we love fashion and beauty, there are some things we just can’t wrap our minds around. In today’s edition of WTF, we’re highlighting Harper Seven Beckham‘s shoe collection worth nearly $2,300, nail polish that has to be refrigerated, and fancy kneepads.
We’ve seen some pretty disturbing things when it comes to shoes. Earlier this week, it was the “Scary Beautiful” pair with a huge heel in the front instead of the back. And then there were those awful shoe protectors. But just when we thought it couldn’t get any freakier, we heard about this pair.
Model Maggie Rizer got an awful surprise after getting off a United Airlines flight from New York to San Francisco two weeks ago: Her beloved 2-year-old golden retriever, Bea, who was traveling with her, had not survived the journey.
As we’ve mentioned in the past, the Styleite offices are right next door to a Hollister flagship. This means that every morning on our way to work, we have to awkwardly push past the slow-moving tourists on Broadway in order to avoid smacking into the shirtless teenage “models” that are always congregated just outside its (excessively fragrant) threshold. Although this is irritating, it’s no more than a minor annoyance. But it seems that the mall chain’s employees caused a much bigger disturbance at a store opening in South Korea last week.
Sadly, it’s not all that rare for advertising to cross the line and present messages, intended or otherwise, that are seriously not okay. This ad for an iPhone app, starring model Bar Refaeli, is probably one of the worst we’ve seen in recent memory, and the totally effed-up nature of it was anything but a mistake.
Other than saying “You’re welcome for providing your daily LOLZ”, we will present this to you without comment. Because there really are no words to adequately describe this. Happy Saturday!
Apparently toe reductions are now a thing.
Oh, man. There is no worse way to start the morning than to be introduced to what is arguably the worst shirt of all time. Ever.
You guys, super special leggings will not help you lose weight. Not even if they’re laced with caffeine. We promise.
Somewhere out there, a man with an afro in the shape of a baseball cap is roaming the streets. While we commend his creativity (?), this hairstyle is like a möbius strip of questions.
Nobody on the Styleite staff has ever taken part in Black Friday. It scares us. It scares us more than Lanvin for H&M scared us. And we really love shopping. About 1 in 5 Americans are braver than we are, and will indeed be shopping the day after Thanksgiving. One woman is so excited that she’s been camping out since yesterday. Yesterday! Yesterday was Monday. We try not to be judgmental here, but clearly this lady is a crazy person.
Sometimes, tattoos are used to scream one’s self-angst to the world — at least that’s the case in Peaches Geldof’s new ink.