“That’s rich, Humphrey. You’re a scholarship kid from Brooklyn. And you have the audacity to show up at my hotel in Gap jeans? And then question my choice of trousers? Get out of my face. Go hit up an American Apparel and lecture somebody who cares.”
“I am too proud and rich to beg, Blair. With that said, look how well we coordinate. The couple who wears green together stays together, even if one half of that couple lied to the other half so they could bang some stick figure interior decorator. And then countless other skanks. But enough about my summer.
… Okay, fine. In all honesty I was originally wearing lavender. I slipped away and changed once I saw your outfit. Waldorf, sometimes I think you know me too well.”
“Hrmph. I look way better in white. Whatever. I’ll just be over here, brooding in a somewhat creepy fashion.”
“Yes, I am wearing the leather gloves. Yes, I am aware that they add a Patrick Bateman edge to the whole look. I’m okay with that. Do we have to go over who I am again?”
(via meesters)
“Nathaniel, trust me. The popped pink collar is a solid decision. I’ve already slept with three girls today and it’s not even noon. Come back to me when you’re wearing a velour hoodie; maybe then you can start dispensing fashion advice. Maybe.”
“I am so uncomfortable right now, I can barely even focus on my surprisingly tasteful and understated grey suit (not to mention the baller timepiece I’m sporting). I mean, I love making her jealous, but even for me - Chuck. Bass. - this is a little low. Rubbing elbows with the proletariat low. I bet that bracelet is from Hot Topic. God, I am so uncomfortable right now.”
“This certainly is a jaunty hat, isn’t it. Note that my boat shoes feature the exact same shade of cerulean as the stripes on my shirt. I mean, this may be the beach, but I still have a reputation to maintain. Flip flops are so middle class.”
“Waldorf! How nice to see you. Hos, Waldorf. Waldorf, these are hos. Maybe you should take a cue from them. I mean, what’s with the neck ruffle?”
“Toned it down? What do you mean, you see I’ve toned it down? I’m Chuck Bass. I still drink scotch at noon and I’ve still got Gossip Girl on speed dial. Sure, I’ve chosen a necktie over a bowtie today, but just look at the delightfully subtle jumble of patterns I’ve got going on here, Baizen. Toned it down my ass.
… Also I am wearing a pink shirt. Checkmate.”
“Cougars love me in maroon, Waldorf. And while we’re talking color choices, what’s with all the neutrals? I mean, shit, I’m virtually overflowing with testosterone, and yet I’m the only one in this scene wearing pink. Step it up, ladies.”
