Gawker has some snark on the style icons who run NYC’s MisShapes and how they’re looking back on three years of rat tails, heavy eye makeup, anorexia, hot music, bloody nostrils, and disaffected stares.
The Style.com video library just keeps getting better! After chronicling the Tinz and co. on Halloween, they’ve now moved on to the socialites of the Lower East Side, the MisShapes. They’ve filmed Geordon and Leigh “Princess Coldstare” Lezark (or Lezard, if you’re Vogue) waxing nostalgic about the early days of their empire (“Three years ago we threw this New Year’s party. It was kind of a joke–we didn’t want to go out”) and the legions of partygoers who have paraded in front of the infamous white wall (“People come dressed to the nines. People come in a tank top. To us, there’s no difference”).
But most important, they also consider their treatment in the press. We have to admit, even we felt a slight tug on the heartstrings when Leigh and Geordon told the camera that “the press focuses on creating drama between us and another celebrity” because “the negative is often more appealing than the positive.” That is so true! Why can’t we all just get along, in a MisShapes-inspired trance of Hilary Duffness and Madonna H&M tracksuits? WHY?
I’m not gonna make any further comments on this because admittedly I’ve always wanted to attend this mess. I think I’m too pudgy, though. On the website, everyone looks really thin and like they’re wearing really expensive clothes that are meant to look raggedy and inexpensive. And a lot of scarves. Shit, I guess I need to lose weight and buy a scarf. Hey, any of you hoes that read this and live in NYC, get me into this bitch. I wanna look disaffected, too!
I figure it’s probably easier to get into than Hyde. If Madonna did, I certainly can.