Fug or Fab the Pockets: Angelina Jolie

We’ve said before we’re tired of Angelina Jolie wearing the same boring array of colors — but when the black dress she’s squeezed into is made of LEATHER, well, I am totally on board. Because if ever there were a girl born to wear leather or a leather-like substance, it’s Angelina. I don’t care if it’s a put-on or her actual personality; the woman leaks biker-chick from her pores so copiously that she might as well come with a factory-installed kick-stand and a sidecar.

So, for the most part, I loved the badass simplicity of this.

But I am not so sold on the pockets. On the red carpet, I think pockets are the devil. Given the amount I catch myself idly hanging my fingers out of my jeans pockets when I’m just in line at the supermarket, I cannot imagine how tempting it would be to fiddle with them when I’m stuck at an unending photo opportunity where everyone is screaming my name. Mercifully, I will never find out — but judging from this photo, even Angelina is not immune to jamming her hands in her pockets for lack of any better idea about what to do with them. I guess it shows them off as a feature of the dress — although in a tight leather frock, what could you keep in there but a bill and maybe a Listerine pocket pack? — but the conundrum is: Fiddle with them, and look a bit like you’re throwing secret gang signs, or don’t touch them and risk them flapping open and giving your hips a weird contour. What’s a girl to do? Methinks maybe just don’t wear something with pockets. Especially when you are Angelina Jolie, and you have a giant man pocket walking beside you in the form of Brad Pitt.