Back at school.
Not that I don't have a bone to pick with their attempt at reality, but more on that later.
First, I had a specific request for Blair's rhinestone headband.

Apparently, the uniforms are coming from French Toast, which is actually a uniform store. Who knew? The real covetable item? Her shoes, which are Nine West! I'll race you there....
The parents in TV shows are typically a snoozefest (see 90120, My So-Called Life) but I perked up when I saw Lily in this Stella McCartney floral top.

And now! Field hockey!!
As a chick who knew how to handle a stick in high school, I am well versed in the art of traipsing around the halls in a game outfit and hiking up that skirt. (Actually, I knew a girl who had hers professionally altered to be shorter and poufier.)

Also, holy Herve Leger Batman!
No mortal should attempt to wear this dress. Ever.
And now for my reality check.
No way that girls from Constance Billard (aka Nightingale Bamford) would hang out with Dalton guys. They would go for Collegiate or Trinity for sure.