You accidentally put on his sweater.
Some people might look upon Sharon Stone in wings, posing in front of a tree Beelzebub (Treezlebub?) hiding on a branch, and think, “Well, THIS is a piano picture. FOR ME.” Sharon Stone, however, is probably thinking, “Don’t tell, but these are usually just my Tuesday wings, and that’s not even the best Treezlebub I’ve seen this WEEK.”
I wonder if whoever T.Schill’s stylist is will look at this picture and bang his/her head on the table and groan, “I TOLD YOU NEVER TO GO ROGUE. WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME.”
If you are THAT sprung on a see-through blouse with visible bedtime bra, it should at least pair seamlessly with the bottoms. But these two do not appear to like each other at ALL. We have competing smaller gold flecks in the shorts, which undercut the shirt. They probably ARE both black, but next to each other the top makes the lower part look navy. Worse, the shirt is all bunchy and coming untucked, which THEN just makes me stare all over again at how awkwardly and imprecisely these two pieces sit together. The overall effect is as if Piper Chapman just got out of prison with a fancy new credit card and had a small stroke inside Nordstrom.
The Kards are playing on St. Barth right now, cavorting in a series of knee-high gladiator sandals that must have been a batch freebie. And while they all look varying shades of silly, I’m giving this one to Kourtney, who seems significantly more dangerous now that she is single:
To borrow from Wordsworth:
She wandered lonely as a cloud
of remnant tutu and tragic string,
when all at once she saw a crowd,
a host of photogs, and fame they bring.
“Check out my ghoulish lingerie;
I too can break the ‘Net someday.”