This is…
…weird. In fact, there is something about the pattern that’s almost bone-like. Which makes her look like a skeleton wearing a barmaid’s apron. During Octoberfest. In Hell. Hey, at least the beer’s cold.
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This is…
…weird. In fact, there is something about the pattern that’s almost bone-like. Which makes her look like a skeleton wearing a barmaid’s apron. During Octoberfest. In Hell. Hey, at least the beer’s cold.
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Somehow, we missed this… well, okay, not somehow. I know exactly how. Fug Madness is all-consuming, and as January trotted this out, we were in the throes of writing first-round matchups (sigh, remember that? We were so innocent then).
I wonder how I would have felt about this without the fins. I mean, isn’t an LBD that’s particularly L around your abdomen enough? Did she have to add thigh hankies? Or is she hiding some highly unusual femur nostrils that are prone to rotten spring colds?
Put on your Rachel Zoe muumuus, Fug Nation, and get to work: Is nixing the extra folds enough to save this, or does the bodice also feel too dated, or mod, or modly dated, or datedly mod? Mold her. Shape her. Scold her. Fete her. Whatever you need to do.
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Another interesting idea derailed by execution.
The top is a pretty color twisted into a hostage drama — complete with the tiny window that the assailant peeks out of when trying to assess the threat level from law enforcement — and the bottom was last deployed a pimp’s living room wallpaper. It’s a jumble I can’t solve. She’s like a very bored Christmas tree heiress from the 1920s.
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She’s ba-aaaack! Since she was pregnant, we haven’t really seen much of JanJo — which, sorry about that, but ever since ScarJo went all ballistic about abbreviated nicknames as if she’s the only person who ever had one, it’s had the effect of making me want to give them to everyone. Anyway, let’s welcome back January, IN January, in a democratic fashion.
If you looked at the shoe slideshow from earlier today, you’ve seen the footwear already, and you know that I don’t like them. But the sleeves would be new to you. Let’s discuss them. Initially I thought they were groovy. Then I thought, well, maybe they’re a little too trippy for me, like a Matisse painting on LSD. And then somehow I decided they’re matronly, which…. that reads ridiculous, but I think it has something to do with the length and the beaded cuffs. I can’t remember a time I have had so much internal debate about sleeves. The word “sleeve” suddenly doesn’t mean anything to me anymore. Sleeve. Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeve. Who invented the word sleeve? Some dude named Steve who signed his first ones and forgot to cross the T?
Met Ball Fug or Fab: January Jones
I love things that are art deco. So why do I not love this? Indeed, much like the lady behind her, I am giving it the side-eye.
Maybe it’s that the turquoise necklace is totally wrong with the dress, or how the gown just kind of… sits there on her body rather than conforming to it. Or that I don’t like the makeup with it. The whole thing looks like the sun-bleached color scheme at a retro hot-dog vendor on an abandoned beach-town boardwalk. I would LOVE to see it on Solange, or possibly Emma Stone if she were still red-haired, or… Chastain, maybe? Do we think her coloring could carry it? What about, like… Jennifer Connolly, if she still went places? I don’t know. I’m not calling a time of death on the gown, that’s for sure. But on January it’s leaving me as cold as Betty Draper.
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