NYFug.com: Maggie Gyllenhaal’s Red-Carpet Schizophrenia

We’ve individually featured several of Maggie’s Dark Knight press-tour outfits on this site — like the weird blue and black one, the bra dress, and oh, that billowing jumpsuit from hell — and concluded that many of them are not to our taste. However, if you step back and view them together, with an eye toward inferring something about her style… yeah, it won’t help. Isn’t the idea to make a statement without saying a word?

[At least] Anne Hathaway’s Get Smart looks
each seemed cleverly chosen to rub her ex-boyfriend’s nose in her
unavailable hotness; similarly, when Gwyneth Paltrow promoted Iron Man,
her endless string of super-short minidresses helpfully reminded us
that she’s still a relevant, sexy woman with legs for weeks, rather
than just Madonna’s musty old macrobiotic-loving best friend.

Click through to the whole column, if you so desire, to share in our confusion. Hey, maybe you can interpret her style gibberish.