I saw this and said to myself, “Yep, another Hollywood person in a see-through maxi-dress; another collective prayer of thanks for the presence of undergarments.”
But… well, I bet you know what’s coming:
In which Emma Watson begins to make amends and someone sports the most fabulous pjs I’ve ever seen.
[Photos: Splash, Fame/Flynet]
… Well, I like the jacket, and the shoes, and the bag, and her head.
But that outfit looks like she got caught in a net that was meant to snare Rita Ora.
For a second, I didn’t recognize Nina here, and I don’t know why:
Regardless, a high-five to the person at Elie Saab who looked at what she wore to Chanel and to Versace and said, “OH GIRL. Let’s give your legs a break for twenty minutes and get you something you can actually sit down in, shall we?” For that, at the very least, Nina owes someone a cocktail.
I was WAY more excited about this when I thought the sleeves extended into gloves, a la Kim Kardashian’s Met Gala Upholstered Travesty.
Not because that would be good, of course, but mostly because there were SO MANY MORE jokes I could make about such a thing — so many allusions to her stint as Cat Woman — than I can make about this. Because is SOOOOOO Halle Berry: Versace, slinkier than it needs to be, not WHOLLY offensive, given a boost by the fact that she’s gorgeous, and ultimately neither the best nor the most interesting she can do. Yes. That’s where we are. I’m bemoaning the fact that her sleeves do NOT end in wacky, misguided gloves. I might need a vacation.