I’ve been sat contemplating reasons I could use for blogging about Clueless. So far I’ve come up with: the McQueen tartan currently on display at the Met vs. Cher’s penchant for the yellow variety, the reappearance of the preppy white collar in Chanel’s Fall ’11 couture collection that kind of matches the look that Dionne’s going for (no, really! Look), and the white crochet hat she wears when they accidentally drive onto the freeway, that vaguely resembles Dolce and Gabbana Spring/Summer ’11.
Feel free to take any of these excuses – I think all of them are fairly valid. The fact of the matter is, Clueless is brilliant. The computerised wardrobe! The impeccably dressed gay best friend! The matching outfits, the dungarees, the hats… Oh. I completely forgot how brilliant it was until we stumbled across it on TV the other night, and then proceeded to watch it twice in a row.
In case I’m making you nostalgic, here’s the perfect excuse for a night in:
I based my entire highschool wardrobe on Cher Horowitz. Brilliant!
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