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.