This party seems like a good time.
This party seems like a good time.
Please add Amanda Seyfried to your list of Starlets Looking Effortlessly Fab Whilst Out And About:
And discuss amongst yourselves.
“Well, this whole Lovelace thing didn’t go as I expected. Reviews aren’t great. I’m not going to win an Oscar for it, so I can’t fulfill my fantasy of ramming one up Hathaway’s nose. So this outfit is a little something I like to call Changing The Subject. Or possibly, Being Bored Now That It’s Out And No One Is Excited About It But I Still Have To Promote It. It’s a dress I would wear to Mass, if I were a member of the Church of the Freaky Shower Curtain Romper of Latter Day Brothels. Just try to find words for it, and I promise you, by the time you’re done you’ll forget what I was doing here in the first place and just think, ‘Boy, she was cute in Mean Girls.’ Thanks in advance.”
Can we all just take a moment and reflect on how much more jam-packed with crazy these Lovelace events would have been if Lohan hadn’t been fired? This is really better for ALL OF US. Including Lindsay.
This looks like the mini-skirt version of what I’m wearing in my fantasies where I am forced by dramatic/romantic circumstances to enter a sanitarium.
Like, an old-fashioned, movie sanitarium — a beautiful old estate in Upstate Somewhere, where genteel ladies would choose to recover from their delicate constitutions/possible consumption/hysteria-brought-on-by-annoying-relatives by taking long walks with parasols and then painting china or working on watercolor still lifes before being visited by whichever hot but unsuitable dude basically drove them around the bend, the aggravation of which will cause them to take to their beds after tea time and ask for restorative silence with a cool cloth on a fevered brow. Not the OTHER kind of movie sanitarium, where They just want to silence you and so They lock you in a pit and you have to eventually bash your nursemaid over the head with your bedpan to escape (which, of course, you do, because it’s your sassy, steely strength that got you committed in the first place). THAT is a whole different outfit, and it’s hideous.
Well, first Lily Collins sports The Sweater Dress of My Youth, and now Amanda Seyfried is wearing a dress I possibly would have killed for, circa 7th grade:
I admit to still thinking this is still quite cute, if also something I’d expect to see on The Dynasty Diaries, a reboot of everyone’s favorite Spelling nighttime drama, still set in the 80s, but relocated to high school. Blake Carrington is the 5th year senior who’s been student body president for three years; Alexis Colby and he broke up junior year, and she’s decided to make his FINAL final year of high school a living hell (she’s also obviously the Head Bitch in Charge of the Cheerleading Squad and spends a lot of time smoking and then burning freshman with the butts, as well as pitting enemies against each other and sleeping with 12 different people working for the high school, for maximum blackmail purposes); Krystal — wearing this outfit at some point, natch — is the straight-A president of all the do-gooder clubs and dating Blake despite the fact that she might secretly think he’s kind of gross. The scene where Fallon — now Blake’s trashy/awesome spoiled younger sister instead of his trashy/awesome spoiled daughter — gets sucked out of her car by aliens remains the same, but I’m afraid that instead of painting Jeff’s office with poison pain to f’ with him, Fallon’s nefarious brother Adam is going to have to settle for the inside of his locker. This fall, on The CW!