BEHOLD: CRANIAL THUNDER.
BEHOLD: CRANIAL THUNDER.
I don’t think ANY of us called THIS (wait! Two of you, in fact, did. I am impressed):
That being said, while I’m impressed by the psychic skills of Fug Nation, I don’t know that I am that impressed with the cover. I feel like we’ve all seen that dress, or a version thereof, a thousand times before today, and — more importantly — I actually think Katy Perry is much prettier than this. Her face is lighter than her chest (which, honestly, come on. If Photoshop is good for anything, it ought to be able to make one’s foundation match one’s actual skin) and she looks like she’s in the middle of an attack of hay fever. Is being allergic to your dress really THAT hot for summer?
What do you think? (PS: I DO want to read that Extreme Detox article, I’m not gonna lie.)
I actually don’t hate this as much as I ought to hate something that looks very slightly like the winning attempt in a game of Make A Wedding Gown Out of Toilet Paper at a bridal shower.
To open, I have to say that her face is so pretty here. Like, take a Post-it and stick it over her dress and just look at her head:
Which is why it’s a shame that her dress is, at best, distracting. I keep looking at it and trying to figure out what’s happening here. Like, is it a subtle homage to Katniss’s flaming ensemble in The Hunger Games? That’s cool; I like books. More people should wear outfits inspired by books to events. And then we should all be forced to try to ID them, like a weird celebrity/fashion/literary party game. I love the idea of actors showing up at, say, the Oscars and Ryan Seacrest is all, “and who are you wearing?” and then Anna Kendrick would be all, “um, this is obviously Crime and Punishment, Ryan. Get a library card.” And instead of being like, “God, I hope Jessica Chastain wears McQueen again,” we’d be more like, “honey, let’s just pray she doesn’t go all Gabriel Garcia Marquez tonight, because she does not have the je ne sais quoi to pull off magical realism. Leave it to Helena Bonham Carter, am I right?” That would be fun. Next awards season, guys. Let’s do it.
I’m assuming this week’s GOOP will be all about cool ways to spend less than $450,000 on your First Communion.
But, psst, I’m not sure Christ is down with his newcomers bringing both nip and navel with them to the altar (WHY can I see them here?). I’m also pretty sure there’s a verse somewhere in which J.C. complains to John about mock turtlenecks — something about “be not tempted to mimic the nape-draperies of college football coaches.” Trust.