Apparently this is Dolce & Gabbana.
And it might have been super cute at the seaside in a bygone era, but today, at an event, it just looks like a dress that had an awkward waxing accident.
I guess it was going around:
Do we think she’s even having any fun anymore? I just asked one of the beans what he thinks of this and he said, “Playground. OH NO. ALL GONE CHIPS.” So true. I can’t wait until this site turns into Kids Write The Darndest Fugs.
Man, I guess the end of Oscar week is naked time for everybody — first Adrianne Bailon and her crotch ruffle of Let Me Be Your Peldon, and now Katy Perry and the Atomic Wedgie:
Does she really have to try this hard to be noticed? She’s megafamous. She has hair the color of a Smurf’s undercarriage. Everyone’s waiting to see who her first public post-Brand hookup will be. This feels like a misfire in that PR war.
I mean, I’m pretty sure winning a panty raid at your grandmother’s house does NOT say, “My dearest flea-bitten ex, I invite you to sup on your own lameness, while I serve cocktails of my own fabulousness with tiny umbrellas and some fruit on a sword.” Instead it seems to imply that someone needs to cancel her Internet service because she’s spending too much time on eBay at 3 a.m. buying old Sears Roebuck catalogs.
That poor vest never stood a chance.
[Photos: Pacific Coast News]
I have decided that, in order for those of us who pay attention/care about these things, Katy Perry needs to treat her hair color like a mood ring. For example, the blue hair shall henceforth signify that she’s still bummed about her divorce:
Although I suppose you could also tell that from the fact that she’s not wearing, say, a BeDazzled banana or something that shoots fire out of the nipples, but instead a gown made of multiple rag rugs stitched together. Girl, just take a vacation — somewhere sunny — and come back with a boy toy. I promise it’ll cheer you up.
There are a lot of things that are very pretty about this — the color, the detailing — but there is also something eerily pornographic about it. I mean, with a dress like this, should I be able to see every painstakingly traced line of each boob? I shouldn’t, right? I’m not crazy? I mean, at least I’m not seeing her undercarriage, FERGIE, but it’s unsettling nonetheless. Fortunately, Katy gave us a LOT of other stuff to focus on this weekend, so let’s do that instead.
Well, the skirt is cute.
Too bad about the Muppet she killed for that vest. Never forget.