It was a fairly tame week for Rayna, which I assume is because they gave all the fashion crack to Juliette.
Great cause; GREAT look on my face when I saw this photograph. This is the blouse Satan wore in 1982, when he experimented briefly with becoming a woman and read a LOT of Jackie Collins and Barbara Taylor Bradford for inspiration.
If this weren’t sheer, I would be all over it:
If This Weren’t Sheer, by the way, is the name of the soulful album of slow jams I plan to release next year, based on the experience of covering 2013′s red carpets. You’ll love such hot tracks as “WORDS,” “Why? and “WTF?!?” as well as the album first single, “Why Don’t You Just Stab Me In The Face?” I’m probably going to open for Miley, in a totally post-modern, self-reflexive artistic statement wherein the headliner will be recreating the art I created about the headliner.
That being said, I really do think that if we could line this sucker, she could pop up on Reign and teach those anachronistic bitches some lessons. How would you fix it?
She’s just moved to Marrakech, it seems. Can’t say I blame her: I bet the weather is fairly pleasant in Morocco right now.
In all seriousness, I believe this is the final event of that particular film festival, which explains why she was too tired to put on a bracelet. I actually think this is fairly successful, even if it does seem to involve a complicated negotiation with some cheesy 80s bro’s black satin bedsheets. Whatever gets you through the night, dude.
Well, this is FESTIVE!
She’s got her Carte Blanchett out and she’s not afraid to use it. (I guess she’s never afraid to use it. Another reason I kind of want her to write a self-help book.)