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Fug or Fab: Shailene Woodley in Temperley London

It’s great to be young and have invincible skin and all that, but I do wish Shailene Woodley hadn’t done her hair like she was auditioning for a Noxzema commercial.

Shailene Woodley

Especially because the suit really needed some sassy hair and accessories to offset its plainness. The effect is that she is about to wash her face in her law firm’s bathroom after reading briefs for thirty-six hours straight.

Here is a clearer shot of the shoes, which is always vital information:

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Fuggidly Nicole: Nicole Richie in Blumarine

Nicole needs a bracelet.

Nicole Richie

In the sense that if she had a bracelet, she could incinerate the rest of it and start fresh with that as her building block.

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Fug the Show: Reign Recap, season 2, episode 2, “Drawn & Quartered”

This show! This show. Oh, this show. It manages to be confusing and convoluted and overly simplistic at the same time, and it’s as cheesy as a fondue challenge on The Amazing Race but it certainly is entertaining. This week, Mary’s abject stupidity comes back to bite her in the ass and people start getting possessed.

Remember last week when the Plague was in town, killing people off (although no one you REALLY cared about) and ruining people’s lives? Remember? In case you don’t remember, look at all these dead people!


The make-up department clearly had a blast with the Plague, by the way — all the bodies looked disgusting, so well done, Hair and Makeup.  And the Plague has run its course (I have no way of telling what the passage of time is on this show. I assume it’s been about a week since the previous episode, but you should know that I literally started thinking, “well, Francis comes home, and it probably would have taken him…well, he’s got a baby in a carriage, so he’s not as fast as he would be on his horse, and….” as if I could apply earth logic to a show that — PLOT TWIST — is going to end an episode with a dead man briefly possessing a nursemaid), and poor hot Bash is working his hot ass off going through the palace to find the dead, and assuring they get a proper burial:


This is only, as you know, my second episode of this show, but I might love him. You’re supposed to, right? He’s the illegitimate son of the king so he has angsty issues, I presume, about his place in this world, which is always sexy, and he’s totally respectful of the dead, which is a plus. I mean, sure, he’s also maybe having visions and last week he spent like forty-five minutes with his face planted on a wall, but still.  I’d also like to note that Bash, so far, can really work a pair of leather breeches.

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Fug the Bangs (And Other Stuff): Beyonce

Blue Ivy’s safety scissors couldn’t cut butter, but apparently they CAN cut bangs. A beytrayal of the highest order.

[Photos: AKM-GSI, Fame/Flynet]


Your Afternoon Man: Kit Harrington

In full Jon Snow hair:

UK Premiere of "Testament of Youth" **USA ONLY**

But with bonus three-piece suit (and even more quizzical than usual expression).

[Photo: AKM/GSI]


You’re Not Fug: Hilary Swank in Delpozo

I am on record as really loving this Delpozo line, but I NEVER would have put this on Hilary Swank, not ever, not in a million years.

The 2014 Hamptons International Film Festival - Day 4

That said, I’m very proud of myself for calling the fact that someone was going to wear this without the white shirt that they placed underneath it on the runway. I just would have thought that someone would have been, say, Taylor Swift or Katy Perry. I just…this is all wrong on her. For one thing, she needs a red lipstick with it — or something, at least, to acknowledge that this is a LOOK and she is committing to said look, and that she didn’t just randomly toss it on and run out. This is a Lot of Outfit and I think you need to have a whimsical (or at least eclectic) persona in order to have a chance of pulling it off. Hilary Swank serves neither whimsy nor eclecticism, but she could inch into the latter if she were very careful about how she did it, I think. If I were styling Hilary Swank, though, I’d dress her like an uptight 1930s WASPsy heiress all the time: evening gowns with sleeves, shirtdresses, lots of impeccably cut suits. All her casual wear would make her look as if she’d just walked into the drawing room from the stables or the tennis court. Crisp, elegant, clean, THE END.

So, you know. Not this. Ship this over to Katy and let’s see what happens.

[Photo: Getty]