Jenny’s spent all summer working her tiny fingers to the bone at Eleanor’s atelier—not for Eleanor, but for Eleanor’s assistant, Laurel.
Still, it’s served her well, working that hard, because her wardrobe has improved exponentially by being around high fashion all the time.
Love this light pink ruffled tank with a blue bow.
Even better is this black floral sundress with beading accents.
It’s definitely a little edgier than the frilly pink tank top, but I like it when Jenny wears clothes with more edge.
The dress she designs for Laurel but ends up wearing herself to the White Party is as frilly and innocent as they come, but it’s definitely lovely on her.
Love the cream lace and the square neckline, finished with a simple sash around her waist. She looks fresh and age-appropriate.
Laurel, Eleanor’s assistant and Jenny’s torturer, is a statuesque beauty who lives and breathes high fashion. Her simple cream blouse trimmed in black is gorgeous on her.
She punches it up a notch for the White Party, looking sleek and sophisticated in a simple white wrap dress that shows off her long legs.
Jenny was horrible to Eric all during season one, but he’s apparently a fan of forgive and forget, because he still takes her call, gets her invited to the White Party and even introduces her to Tinsley Mortimer.
Why do they put Eric in such horribly boring clothes? I know he’s essentially a kid on summer vacation but it’s not like this show is based in reality. I’d love to see him in something more interesting than a boring gray shirt with dark shorts.
Or this blue striped button-up.
This shirt has a little Chuck Bass flair, with the embroidered green medallions.
And for the White Party, he’s breaking new ground by wearing. . . .white!
Honestly, he looks kind of mis-matched (too many colors of white and cream in one outfit?) and sloppy. I would think being Chuck Bass’s brother, he would have a higher personal expectation for himself.
Oh Rufus. What are we going to do with you?
This is an incredibly boring, incredibly unsurprising choice for Rufus. I’ve honestly given up that he’ll ever manage to get out of the plaid shirt rut he’s in. Le snore.