If it weren't for shows by Josh Schwartz, I'd have no idea what happens on Jewish holidays. Like Chrismakkah and Yom Kippur. I have a feeling this is not the best way to learn about other religions, Because all I've learned from this UES Yom Kippur is you a) don't eat anything, you b) fight over the control of your unborn child, you c) two time your friends and family and you d) get a little cranky about it. Which is to say, Blair announces she's pregnant to the delight and the dramz from both families. Chivy and Nate are helping Diana compete against Gossip Girl by breaking into the Bart Bass Vault, with mixed results and boring stories about Monaco royals (really, do you ever read about Monaco royals in the gossip mags?). Dan's still a bit of a lonely boy because his friends and family continue to have their knickers in a twist over his book (which looks suspiciously inspired by the first Gossip Girl cover). And Chuck is eyeing the therapists couch - either to do the good doctor or to talk. We'll see if a cigar really is just a cigar.
Let's start with the royalty of Monaco and the UES.
The poor assistant looks like she could moonlight as a depressed Secret Service agent, but Beatrice and Queen Sophie look lovely for having just jetted into town for the event. Beatrice does dressing young and wealthy right - the dresses are short, but she's still hiding the goods (unlike some of our UES friends). And I totally dug the exposed zipper.
Too bad this how Blair decided to dress for her big announcement.
It's like she was caught off guard by their visit while she was hanging around in a tank top she's owned since she was 12 and didn't bother with a bra. But no. That outfit was totally planned. And planned to wear with these pants.
Sweet merciful...well, at least her tank top matches the floral arrangement. And while I've never been preggers, I feel like you generally don't go for the high waisted trouser that accentuates and covers the expanding belly. Just a guess.
In another wing of the penthouse, Serena looks like she's starting the day off right in this turquoise sequiny top.
Don't be too encouraged by her tastefulness.
Honestly, Serena. Would one more inch have killed you? I really worried that you were going to flash your macaron at the audience if you swung your skirt too fast. And you'd save yourself a lot of pain on those vinyl chairs with an extra inch. I know the pain of legs sticking to the chair, it's not fun. Maybe she could borrow some fabric from Blair's sky high waisted trousers.
Meanwhile, across town, Rufus is still nursing his hurt feelings over being called a trophy husband. And to prove his point, he gets an expensive haircut and wears suede driving loafers while ordering Mr. Chow's with his well dressed, wealthy wife.
Rufus, darling, if it quacks like a duck, well, it's probably a duck. And I looked Mr. Chow up on Yelp. That is not Chinese food for the budget conscious Rufus who used to keep it real in Brooklyn. Maybe you should pack up the pride and pick up the phone to call Dan. Or maybe you should dress up first and go to a fancy Yom Kippur party. Whatevs.
I feel like Lily just realized she brough a purse made of vinyl, leopard print and a doily to the party. It's like her version of being caught outside in your pajamas.
Blair, realzing she's pregnant and getting a belly decides that instead of the high waisted bottoms, she's going to cover the baby bump with a giant pink peplum.
I almost like the dress. I like the neckline and I like the skirt hiding under the peplum. I also enjoy the back of the dress. But I do not dig on the peplum.
Even the impeccably dressed Eleanor agrees with me. The peplum is a bad afterthought on the dress. It's probably what all the parents are thinking.
Actually, they're probably judging Princess Sophie for bringing the frump to Yom Kippur.
Seriously? A grey sack? I can't think of any party wear a grey sack is okay. Especially if you're royalty. Make like Kate or her grandmother in law The Queen and get something tailored and colourful. Your son, as dull as he is, he knows to get a tailor and he's catching on to the idea of colour.
Between getting a pink shirt and scheming with medical professionals, I wonder if he's been inspired by Chuck.
However, the Chuck Bass Way of wearing pink shirts are a Master Class in colour theory and style. Because amateurs can't pull off a paisley tie and a purple suit as casual wear.