She Already Knew What You Were Going to Do

Taylor Swift is extremely attractive, makes pop songs with a technical precision that makes her contemporaries look sloppy, and runs her career with an intelligence that makes everyone around her look like they’re improvising. I’m a fan. I’ve been a fan. I don’t feel the need to explain it.

Style, from 1989, is one of those songs that just lives in your ears—cool and slightly cinematic, built around a groove that suggests movement without rushing. The video is the same: chrome and glass and a specific kind of longing, the feeling of knowing exactly how a story ends and going back anyway. It’s been in heavy rotation here since it dropped, and it’ll stay there. Taylor forever. I mean that.