This week on NY Mag.com, we cast our eagle eye over the press junket wardrobe of one Miss Sienna Miller, piece by piece:
“The overall effect is fetching, and we wouldn’t mind a crack at the
dress to see if that draping is as flattering on everyone else as it is
on Sienna’s tiny frame. However, the crabby grandmother who lives in
our psyche wants Sienna to flick that hair out of her face.”
But WILL SHE? A nation trembles with anticipation. Find out by reading the whole blessed slideshow at NY Mag.com.
















@blueofthebay you don't know my life!!!!!!!!!!! (I am not.) - J
Fug.I. Joe
Even though Sienna has gone on a full-on charm assault during her press tours, I’m not completely on Team Miller. The whole Balthazar Getty thing — all that willful frolicking, knowing they were being photographed — was a little too gross for me. But I have to give credit where credit is due; shady taste in dudes and some tacky half-naked episodes on the prow of a boat don’t change the fact that I find myself rather charmed by this:
Would I prefer it wasn’t quite such a dingy beige? Maybe. Then again, maybe not: It’s not washing her out, thanks to that fancy-pants blood-red lipstick. All told Sienna emits an aura of being a darling bridesmaid from a Jane Austen wedding, presumably one in which there is a haughty groomsman who is infatuated with her sassy intellect and refusal to be impressed with his money, yet aggrieved by her lower social station and off-put by her grasping mother… and then suddenly their mutual lusty loathing turns to curiosity. WITH SEXY RESULTS. Okay, that last bit might be more in the vein of a Pride and Prejudice copycat bodice-ripper by, like, Jane Boston. But you get the gist. I dig it.
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