In which I serve you a melange of random celebrities from (close to) the A list, all the way down to… well, let’s just say a place where letters have no meaning.
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In which I serve you a melange of random celebrities from (close to) the A list, all the way down to… well, let’s just say a place where letters have no meaning.
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I can’t tell if this is a case of Right Dress, Wrong Girl; right dress, wrong styling; or just… wrong.
The bright parts are fun, I think; I wish she’d gone with a lighter eye and a slightly hotter pink lipstick to play off them. The shoes are fine in theory but don’t deliver on any of the dress’s neon whimsy. My concern is with the rest of it. I feel like I’m seeing more contours than is strictly necessary, and I think maybe someone who has a bit more… authority… would fit the gown better. Selena Gomez is super famous, I get that, but something about her isn’t particularly commanding (yet?). Imagine it on a Miley, a Kate Hudson, even a January Jones. Is it better? Is it groovy? Or is it still just kind of a jumble of burst highlighters and torn paper, like a junior-high kid’s backpack?
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Look, this is daft. But after the mind-numbingly unimaginative naked-crazy of Jennifer Morrison, I appreciate a girl who decides to go somewhere dressed as one of Liberace’s drawing rooms.
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The Cannes opening ceremony was basically an excuse for YET ANOTHERĀ Gatsby premiere. I feel like a toddler up in here: “Are we THERE YET?”
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Cannes Fugs and Fab: The Calvin Klein Women in Film Party
I guess we can assume they’re all wearing Calvin Klein.
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