This seems good from the front, right?
Classic black pants, lace-sleeved top, cute shoes. Her hair is good at that length. Nothing to complain about, right?
But if this isn’t a scrolldown fug it certainly is, shall we say, a turn around fug:
Man, it was the Fughara Desert out there for a while, and now EVERYONE is coming out to play. Bless you, Hollywood. I never thought I’d say this, but HAVE MORE PARTIES.
Rolling right along. Man, a lot more people go to the People’s Choice Awards than I realized. I guess they DO care about The People. That’s a warm feeling.
Some of these people seemed unclear on where they were actually going.
Oh, holy HELL, Pompeo.
I don’t even know where to start. The makeup that’s overpowering her eyes? The satin top, picked up at a David’s Bridal separates clearance sale? The gloves, clearly inspired by Karl Lagerfeld but deployed more in the vein of Michael Jackson? The skirt, which looks like it was fashioned after one of those drive-through car washes that uses rubber ribbons to wipe off the muck?
She looks ripped from the pages of an old-timey Agatha Christie mystery novel – Murder On The Shell-Station-Super-Plus-Wash Express, or The Wing-Mirror Crack’d. Maybe Evil Under The Soft-Cloth. Regardless, I’m pretty sure there is either a pistol hidden under her passenger seat, or a vial of cyanide tucked up inside her spare tire. Trust me: The butler did NOT do it.