I may or may not have listened to Taylor Swift’s “Style” so much that I know the lyrics. (Note: That sentence will be used as one of the “reasons for why” by my friends and family who wish to legally excommunicate me from their lives.) So I was afraid that her video for that shit would be an homage to Rebel Without A Cause. No one should ever do a Rebel Without A Cause-like music video again, because there’s no topping Paula Abdul and nobody can ever come close to recreating her and Keanu Reeves’ piping hot chemistry and their riveting line delivery. Tay Tay probably knew this and so her ass wisely went the other way.
“Style” is supposed about Harry Styles (Style, Styles, get it? Get it?) and E! says that the paper plane necklace in the video is an eye roll-inducing “nod” to him. Trick dropped that in there, because she knew her crazy fans and those crazy Directioners will screen cap it and tweet and Tumblr it a million times over. Speaking of Tumblr, the video for “Style” looks like something Tumblr would shit up after it ate a Lana Del Rey video and an Urban Outfitters summer catalog. The video doesn’t even come close to matching the song and shit looks like a commercial for True Detective’s new fragrance for a man or a woman called Flat Circle.
In other Tay Tay news, she and her scissor sister (Side note: Scissor sisters in a “share scissors to make construction paper crafts” sort of way and not scissor sisters in a bump pussies sort of way ) Karlie Kloss are on the cover of Vogue, because nothing makes Anna Wintour’s Death Eater pussy pop like seeing two pretty blonde white girls on the cover of her magazine. Tay Tay and Karlie recreated their BFF trip to Big Sur for Vogue and also talked about their friendship. The interview is kind of boring. They just talk about how they’re samesies and they dress the same and love making cookies (not a euphemism).
Here’s one picture from the shoot, which will be the perfect poster for a reboot of Single White Female starring them:
And here’s the rest of the pictures. It’s kind of giving me a Thelma & Louise vibe, but instead of being rapist-killing bad asses running from the law, they’re two rich girls who bake cookies and whisper Sex and the City quotes into each other’s ears while cuddling on a $5,000 bedspread.