N.Y. vs. L.A.

N.Y.
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"If Kelly Bundy and early-90s Axl Rose boned and had a daughter she would look like every girl below 14th Street. She’d have long beautiful hair with half of her head shaved. Her closet would consist of several American Apparel spandex dresses (which she probably stole while working there), ripped jeans, shredded or mesh tank tops, tights with too many questionable holes, and endless denim vests and jackets in every wash imaginable. This girl would also own a few pairs of Doc Martens (black patent leather or floral), stripper heels, and maybe—just maybe—a pair of creepers. While English punk is cool or whatever, we’re really hoping this Herman Munster shoe fad doesn’t carry on for too long. Those monstrosities can make the cutest girl look like she’s a trombone player in a ska band."

L.A.
"We’ve always had a kind of a thing for deeply troubled, mentally shattered girls, especially when they look so depressed and drenched in melancholy that they take on that special ghostlike appearance of Susan Atkins. We’re suckers for a young Susan Atkins—who isn’t? Luckily, LA is a place where the pale-skinned-with-long-dark-hair-parted-in-the-middle junkie-sociopath look never really goes out of style. Maybe because it’s so simple: a pair of tight dark slacks and a white v-neck, an ill-fitting sundress—bingo! The only accessory required for this is clearly projecting that you just need a little more junk to straighten you out."