Liloh in Nylon

Honestly, we have just discovered Nylon, and by "just", we mean very literally last month, and it has since then become our favorite fashion magazine. We are very suspicious of fashion magazines. We suspect that their editors secretly want us all to develop eating disorders and die, and/or all their editors secretly have eating disorders and are dying, and this may not be too far from the truth. But there is still some good to be found in them, and Nylon is the most promising. And yet, for all it's refreshing, funny, off-the-wall-ness, someone down at Nylon HQ has desperately bad taste in people. Exhibit A: Pete Wentz. We are at war with Pete Wentz. If we were to name a least favorite celebrity, not even P. Hilton would win over Pete Wentz. He has the most aggravating face we have ever seen. Exhibit B: Liloh. We seriously do not expect magazines to put celebrities on their cover only to make them look bad. Because even if the starlet wrecked their living room and killed their dog and beat them for 20 minutes with her Manolos, it would still be their professional duty to somehow make killing dogs and beating people edgy, and attractive, and testament to how unapologetic and cool starlets are. To be honest, the Nylon cover story this month made our heads spin. Liloh says, "Look at me! I get drunk in public more than I eat! Take my picture!" And Nylon describes her eyelashes. They're long.