Fugsten Dunst

Well, it’s good to see Kirsten Dunst out and about looking happy. I just wish I could be as happy about her outfit.

It’s like she sewed an overly elaborate bib onto a vintage nightie. This might make sense if, say, you’re prone to sleep-eating and frequently wake up with pesky ketchup stains on your satin pajamas, or chicken bones lodged in your cleavage. But the practical applications outside the home, given that it resembles high-fashion chest hair, are less clear.