Taylor Momsen of The Pretty Reckless performs at the Download Festival in Castle Donington, England, on June 12.
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While there are many ways to slyly jab at the delicate, birdlike ribs of Taylor Momsen regarding this, her latest sartorial effort, we will try our best to refrain. The thing is, Little Jenny is “little” no more, and since parting ways with the CW juggernaut Gossip Girl, she’s been focusing on her music (with a little time portioned off for other creative ventures such as braiding one’s hair and slashing Sonic Youth T-shirts in a way as to optimize side boob). And we’re STILL thrilled that she’s deigned to wear pants on tour with relative consistency. Plus, it’s not as if she’s clamoring into cars with no underpants on; she’s merely indicating where she would prefer not to be electrocuted should lightning strike this particular festival in Leicestershire.
As Taylor told us last year in an exclusive interview, fashion-wise she’s always marched to the beat of a different drum—a drum manned by a band of skeletons (possibly wearing Balmain [using soot-blackened femurs to bang on the membranous instruments with surprising vigor]). At the end of the day, we deride her (lightly and in good fun) because we love her and genuinely admire the confidence with which she uses fashion to express herself, especially given that she doesn’t have a stylist. Some reminder nuggets from our sit-down with her:
“I don’t really think that much about it. I dress in whatever makes me feel comfortable. I like a lot of leather, I like a lot of dresses. I guess it’s been known to be provocative. But it’s not for any other purpose than I dress for myself, and I do myself up kind of like a doll. I have a doll collection, and I look at their outfits and kind of imitate them.
“I think firing my stylist has allowed me to be more free. I now dress myself, and told everyone who was telling me to look a certain way and fit a certain mold for the niche that I was being put in, and I said f*** that.”
Preach Taylor Momsen, preeeeeeeeeeeeeach (…to an disemboweled, virgin goat carcass slung up atop a blue-flamed pyre… JK! JK!). We kid because we love. Also, bully for her for having the gumption to rip those bad boys off when she’s done. RESPECT.