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Fug File: Fug or Fab
Part of me thinks she’s working the slouchy high-low aspects of this dress.
And part of me thinks the toga side looks cheap and hugs her strangely, while the glittery part needs a good hoik and a reality check about how sometimes the door is ajar, and sometimes it’s just hanging wide open letting in the night air and bugs. Sigh. It’s hard to grow up Hollywood, especially when you have horrendous taste in on-off boyfriends, so full marks to her for selling this enough that I’m even mulling it at all.
I’ve been spending so long trying to figure out what’s happening at the front of Maggie’s dress — I think it’s seaming, although it kind of looks like there’s a flap over her abdomen (in case you REALLY need to scratch your stomach? Sure) — that I barely even noticed Peter Saaaarrrrrrsgaaaaaard’s shirt has drawings all over it. Maybe he got VERY bored in the taxi on the way over:
I am on record as being lukewarm on this length of dress: it’s not QUITE a maxi, but it doesn’t have the balls to be full-on tea-length. Instead, it’s kind of just chilling in limbo, all awkwardly flirting with her ankles but not making a real move. Taking a shine to her calves, but not having the balls to actually go there. It’s frustrating. COMMIT, SKIRT. But leaving this dress’s clear personal and emotional issues aside, I think it kind of works. I approve. YOU’RE WELCOME, MAGGIE.
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