Monday, January 7, 2013

Best Lookbook Ever: Wildfox Recreates Clueless!

This is where Dionne lives. She's my friend because we both know what it's like for people to be jealous of us. 

 Isn't my house classic? The columns date all the way back to 1972. 

Okay, so you're probably going, "Is this like a Noxzema commercial or what?" But seriously, I actually have a way normal life for a teenage girl. 

I totally paused! 

Amber: Ms. Stoeger, my plastic surgeon doesn't want me doing any activity where balls fly at my nose.

Dionne: Well, there goes your social life. 

 Miss Stoeger, I would just like to say that physical education in this school is a disgrace. I mean, standing in line for forty minutes is hardly aerobically effective. I doubt I've worked off the calories in a stick of Carefree gum. 

Why should I listen to you anyway? You're a virgin who can't drive.

 Cher, I don't want to do this anymore. And my buns: they don't feel nothin' like steel. 

That's Ren and Stimpy they're totally existential.

Cher: Doesn't she look classic?
 Elton:  Yeah, beautiful.
Cher: She looks like one of those Botticelli chicks.    

 He's a disco-dancing, Oscar Wilde-reading, Streisand ticket-holding friend of Dorothy, know what I'm saying? 
She's a full on Monet.
 Looks like we're gonna have to make a cameo at the Val party. 

 You see how picky I am about my shoes and they only go on my feet.

Cher's saving herself for Luke Perry. 

Dionne and I were both named after famous singers of the past, who now do infomercials. 

Dionne and her boyfriend Murray are in this dramatic relationship. I think they've seen that Ike and Tina Turner movie too many times. 

Searching for a boy in high school is as useless as searching for meaning in a Pauly Shore movie. 

Josh: Hey, James Bond, in America we drive on the right side of the road.
Cher:  I am. You try driving in platforms.

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