Her husband’s movie is called Concussion.
So is her dress.
I generally like Erdem, as you guys know, but this is a crock-pot full of crazy:
I’ve spent the last twenty minutes to figure out if there IS a woman who could successfully wear this. Keira? Lupita? Blanchett? Carey Mulligan? J. Lo? And every person I imagine modeling in it, best case scenario is, “Well, SHE looks great, but that dress is crackers. It’s like Laura Ingalls Wilder time-travelled to the present day and just couldn’t even.”
Their faces are SO Kris Jr. and Kim Jr. in this photo. It’s kind of amazing. Unlike Kyle’s dress.
“HOLA LOVERS. Yes, you are right: The holidays have come early. So sit down at my table and let me serve you my stuffing, my pies, my cranberry sauce, pudding, my spiced whipped cream, my vegan free-range gluten-free grass-fed napkins that Goopeth Paltrow sent me and Ben Ackfleck for our non-wedding which I never sent back because it is a sign of weakness and I wanted her to think we ate preservatives all over them… ah, memories. So get ready, lovers. The feast is on. It is Lopezgiving and the thanks are from me to you, for all the thanks you give every day for me because of all the giving that I do to you.”
As I said on Twitter yesterday afternoon, I don’t know if I have the energy to deal with this. Do I make a pot of coffee, or open a bottle of wine? The back is also causing me existential beverage angst:
It’s like the Intermediate Jazz and Modern class at her local dance academy had a baby with a sad coffee filter and a screen-door, and while that certainly sounds exotic, I actually thought Break-Up Style Stefani was going to be way cooler than this.
We’re at the time of year when I think, “Oh, thank GOD, a potential top Fug Madness seed is IN THE GAME.”