VMAs Fug Carpet Scrolldown: Leighton Meester

At least Leighton Meester keeps it interesting. At first you see the tousled hair and cute minidress and think that’s all there is to see, and then… and THEN:

Those shoes are many things — aggressive, likely to cause unusual blisters, the footwear of choice for cocktail waitresses at King Tut’s Falafel Pyramid — but dull is not one of them. However, I don’t particularly think the shoes and the dress work together: The patterns fight, and something about the height of the ankle cones cut off her leg at the worst point and makes you wonder if she’s sprouted some cankles. (I am certain she hasn’t. Blair Waldorf would never allow it.) Still, on a night where not much of interest
happened that didn’t involve Lady Gaga scaring the bejeesus out of me
and Eminem, I applaud her for giving my fingers ample reason to pound on this keyboard. Otherwise, the bastards would be banging out the URL for eBay and searching on “Louboutin” and that might end badly.