Confusion, Sartorial and Otherwise, at (Yet Another) Gossip Girl Premiere Party
If Gossip Girl didn’t exist, it—or rather, She—would have to be invented. With barbarians at the crossings and cultural turpitude rotting the very Manhattan schist beneath our feet, She alone upholds Truth and Beauty and Order. In the postlapsarian moral universe of today’s New York, God, and Wharton and Fitzgerald and Bradshaw, are dead; long Read More
