Do we think she was ASKED to go with a ski theme, or that she’s just moved to thematic fashion by the surroundings?
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Do we think she was ASKED to go with a ski theme, or that she’s just moved to thematic fashion by the surroundings?
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Mark your calendars, guys:
We have officially entered Shailene Woodley’s “I’m Walking the Press Line? Guess What: I Don’t Give a Shit” period. It happens to coincide with the “Actually, I Just Ran Out For a Cup of Coffee. In the Rain. And I….Accidentally Ended Up on the Press Line? Do You Guys Buy That?” period and the “I Look Freakishly Like a A Young Lindsay Lohan And You All Only JUST NOW Noticed” period. Look, girl, I know you are Golden Globe nominated and all that, but if Lilo falls out of a window into a bush and decides she can’t continue as Liz Taylor in that surely awful/awesome Lifetime movie that I’m dreading/SUPER excited about, my personal advice is that you step right in. You can do it, right? At any rate, we’d love to see you try.
Jessica and I were discussing how much more we love the Met Ball than any of the awards ceremonies, and I think it’s because of a few key factors: a) It comes up during a dry period, so we’re always thankful to have such a hotbed of material; b) it’s NONSTOP A-listers, and the melange of people is often very random because nobody is beholden to, say, nominated actors, nor even working ones; and c) the Emmys come right after Fashion Week, so we’re exhausted, and by the Oscars we’re so sick of the same old freaking people that we just put down our heads and plow through and hope we come out the other end sober. The Met Ball, then, not only draws more interesting clothes, but it’s like a fresh wind blowing through a stale attic.
All of which is to say: Welcome back, Shailene Woodley. It was nice to have time to miss you.
And this is such a funky statement — it’s fireworks meets a really good aquarium, crossed with something I once saw on a slide during biology class and then immediately dismissed because I knew I was not going to continue with biology any further than I was academically required. I think it’s interesting and unusual and beautiful, and it also makes me want to go to Vegas and ogle all the crazy stuff they put in the Bellagio lobby. Bad for my bank account, great for my soul. Much like a lot of these clothes.
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For as much as y’all know we are obsessed with about 95 percent of the shows on ABC Family — seriously, the sign language scenes on Switched At Birth are more affecting than almost anything on TV right now, although they have GOT to stop putting up those post-commercials graphical bugs over the subtitles — I have deep concerns about the styling advice being doled out behind closed doors. Look at poor Erica Dasher up there, for starters. She looked like a million bucks at Fashion Week (and seems very friendly, which is always nice), but then out she goes on the promotional tour, and she ends up in this overly froofy thing and then… those PANTS, plus a shirt that looks like it’s jonesing for Happy Days, and not one of the good episodes.
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Oh, Shailene. Don’t give up YET.
You’re young. Unlike with us, Intern George will probably return your phone calls. And your Secret Life contract won’t last forever. There are, after all, only so many times your character can cycle through the same sexual drama with the same bouffanted boys whose sperm has a surreal potency. Although, actually Bold and the Beautiful has existed FOREVER based on one character cycling through the same sexual drama with the same semi-bouffanted men whose sperm has a surreal potency, so… Let’s set that argument aside, and instead just lament that you’re wearing a satin pot pourri sack, and then ball it up and shove it back in your drawer to scent up your unmentionables and never discuss it again.
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Fugshion Week Fugs and Fabs: Assorted People We Saw
Not as many doozies as we would like. What is the world coming to?
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