Fugger: Eva Mendes
Little does Eva Mendes know, there is a woman standing behind her who is thinking, “How odd, last week for her silver anniversary I gave Margo a bottle of merlot in a bag that looked JUST like this.”
Our photo service noted that this photo of Eva Mendes featured “a romper dress,” which seems like a contradiction. It’s either a romper, or a dress. That’s like saying someone is having a burrito salad:
Whatever it is…I am concerned that it’s not the best idea Eva’s had recently. Let’s just leave it at that, shall we?
That is so pretty. It fits her flawlessly, and the colors make me think of my favorite time of year: autumn. I love the temperatures, the foliage, the pumpkin and the promise of Christmas and all those PRESENTS, and then football, my GOD, FOOTBALL, holy God I have to organize my fantasy draft, who the HELL am I going to pick this year now that half the league is hot for tandem backfields, and I still don’t support white football pants, and do we think the Steelers are going to sling the rock downfield much this year with Byron Leftwich under center or will it be a dump-off passing game to the tight end and the tailbacks, and HOLD THE PHONE, the first pre-season game is on Sunday and it’s going to involve Ocho Cinco and Terrell Owens against the Cowboys. JEEBUS LOVES US ALL.
Sigh. Thank you, Eva. I needed that.
[Photo: Splash News]
Not sure I think the shift on its own is all that flattering, either, but what I really want to know is where she’s stashing the bustle — because that’s exactly how she wore her hair to the premiere, so she must’ve been headed that way… Where IS it? Was it one of the curtains in the limo? Was her boyfriend wearing it, and he gave it to her to tie around her waist as a sign that they’re going steady? And does it make you like or dislike the original dress more knowing that thing was detachable? Personally, I will only sign off on it if I find out she flung it over a puddle so that Will Ferrell didn’t have to wet his shoes.
My first thought at seeing Eva Mendes at the premiere of The Other Guys was, “Eva Mendes is in The Other Guys?” Well, contrary to what the ads would have you believe, she is. And, per IMDb, she’s playing a doctor. Not knowing anything about the movie beyond the ads — and the quasi-ad they featured on Big Brother last week, wherein the houseguests competed to get to watch the movie in a competition introduced by Wahlberg and Ferrell and Marky Mark looked like he wanted to KILL HIMSELF for having to go anywhere even vaguely associated with the Big Brother house, like, dude, you wrote a memoir and devoted a whole chapter to your third nipple, so unclench — but my assumption is that she’s either playing Lord Funky Bunch’s lady-love, or the uptight doctor whose bun is slowly and metaphorically unraveled by Will Ferrell’s maniac gyrating. One or the other. And then once the movie is over, you will forget she was even in it, just like Hitch.
At least her wardrobe is more memorable. After all, even if you don’t like this, you must admit it’s probably very comfortable to sit on.
Huh. So I think I kind of like this:
Yes, it’s essentially a one-sleeved sack, but it’s such a SHINY one-sleeved sack! I feel like this is the sort of thing you’d WANT to see in SatC2 — shiny, pretty, fanciful but not BATSHIT NUTBALLS IMPRACTICAL. Although not particularly appropos to wear on a camel, either, which — listen, I’ve RIDDEN a camel. They are TALL and they do not have a smooth gait. They’re not an ideal conveyence for your $50,000 Halston Dior Whatever Whatever Gown-And-Turban get-up, is what I’m saying. And yes, yes, I know I’m not supposed to be complaining about SatC2 anymore. But I just looked up and there they were on the TV, gallivanting about Morocco (let’s be honest) in a series of harem pants, and I wished one of them was at least wearing this. Because I kind of feel like wearing gold harem pants and a variety of turbans to Morocco is like wearing a tricorn hat and wooden teeth to Washington DC: you look like you think you’re going to a 1950s C-list movie about the place, rather than AN ACTUAL PLACE WHERE REAL HUMAN BEINGS ARE JUST TRYING TO MIND THEIR OWN BUSINESS.