Listen to your face. It’s trying to tell you something.
Now she’s literally accessorizing with a kitten.
[Photos: AKM/GSI, Pacific Coast News]
I have never been a particular Kate Moss devotee, but this bewildering photo might do it for me. She’s like Studio 54 meets Morgan Fairchild in an ’80s nighttime soap based on a David Bowie fan club.
Remember the halcyon days of 2007, when Sienna Miller was tumbling out of brunch spots wearing a bathing suit under jeans with her gladiator sandals tied to her belt loops? And then she was the cover girl for the Vogue September issue in The September Issue and we all learned she refused to wear wigs? And then she had a bunch of romantical dramz, and then she was in that Edie Sedgwick movie (in which, in fairness, she looked pretty great) and then she sort of just disappeared and we had no idea what she was up to, other than having a baby and being in some Burberry ads?
She, in fairness, has eight movies coming out in the next couple of years, so apparently what she has been up to is working, and and honestly, yay. At least she’s rarely boring. Which is why I put this to a vote, actually. I think she looks full-on crazy — like an aging Whitesnake video had a baby with the accessories bargain bin at Ross — but GOD it’s nice to see someone with batshit tendencies indulge them anew.
This just looks so snuggly:
It has cute stripes and basically looks like a giant blanket with sleeves and pockets. Can it be coat season yet? Can it, can it? Please? THINK OF THE COAT SLIDESHOWS, MOTHER NATURE.
Also, thank you for tolerating our sleep deprivation this week and probably, let’s face it, the months prior to it. Someday hopefully you will love The Royal We and feel that it was all worth it. I PRAY. But for real: We love you, Fug Nation. And we really appreciate you.
Rumor has it that Rihanna was going to attend Marc Jacobs’ show, but was late — it’s the only show at Fashion Week that starts right when it says it will (after years of being, like, epically, arrogantly tardy) — and so didn’t even get out of her car, and instead just went out to dinner.
She should have stopped at, “didn’t even get out of her car.” Well, except for the coat. She should have thrown the coat out the window at me — even though I wasn’t there; she could have FOUND ME, if she ever even CARED — and then proceeded not to exit the car until she was safely out of view. Choices, Rihanna. We all have them. Rethink.