I find this dress more inscrutable than the pronunciation of her first name (which I mastered during the Atonement Oscar run, but it took a while).
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I find this dress more inscrutable than the pronunciation of her first name (which I mastered during the Atonement Oscar run, but it took a while).
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There are aspects of this that I enjoy.
It’s a cute idea, and pairing those shoes with such a girly dress is an interesting touch. But I have questions: Would the dress be better without the sleeves? Would the shoes be MORE intriguing in a different color? And… can I see her boobs? Were the ladies in attendance all required to treat this damn thing like it’s called Peeping Dawn?
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We already covered Kristen Stewart, but there were a host of other up-and-comers among the younger set who got to call themselves Met Ballers. Among them: Fug Nation favorite Hailee Steinfeld, repeat offender Mia Wasikowska in something predictably dark and large, and the above-pictured Saoirse Ronan in possibly the most cracky ensemble of them all. It’s like a hybrid of a newscaster and a mother of the bride who also runs a blazer empire. I’m sure that person exists. I want to believe it. THIS IS AMERICA, DAMMIT.
Wow, Saoirse Ronan is all grown-up (she’s sixteen)! She’s so pretty. But what, as we always wonder, is she wearing?
I’m going to come right out and say that I don’t care for those shoes. But I’m also going to come right out and say that I kind of dig the dress. It’s unusual to see something that’s black, and shiny, and bead-y, that’s also sort of casual and slouchy? I don’t know. The juxtaposition appeals. (When I was in college, I made it my goal to use the word “juxtaposition” in every single paper I wrote, and I succeeded. Bonus points for when I worked it into the name of my paper. The farther along I got in school, the more RIDICULOUSLY nonsensically academic the titles of my papers became, by the way. Once I was a senior, they were things like Parallel Junctures, Parallel Conjunctions: Unreliable Narrators and Homosexuality in Henry James. [I am not making that up.] [That was, in my defense, a good paper, but Parallel Junctures, Parallel Conjunctions means nothing.] [I hated having to come up with a title. I really always just wanted to call them, like, WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM? An Exploration of Incest in the Works of William Faulkner.] [Yes, I did focus on American 20th century novelists, how can you tell?] [NO, I haven't read Freedom, yet. LEAVE ME ALONE.])
Interestingly Played, Saoirse Ronan
Maybe it’s just because we’ve been scalp-deep in Fug Madness, but I am feeling favorably toward this funky dress.
It looks kind of like she belted a coat over a Little Black Dress she decided she didn’t like, but… if true, she picked an INTERESTING coat. The angled strip of leather slightly evokes a sheathed weapon slung over her front, which at an event sponsored by some wack-ass brand of Viking-inspired vodka, is strangely apt. Besides, there’s never enough swordplay at these things, is there?
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