This amfAR event already brought us Karl and Courtney together at last, and Mischa Barton looking stunning after her near-victory in Fug Madness 2011. It seemed egregious not to let the evening’s other delights enfold you in their arms and whisper you sweet nothings, or alternatively, nothing sweet. I mean, Gwen, what ARE you doing with your groin?
Fugger: Gwen Stefani
“Ahh, I remember the 90s,” Gwen Stefani thought.
“Of course, they’re hard to forget when you’re married to them. Er, I mean, wearing them. Freudian slip.”
I suspect is one of those outfits where, if Shenae Grimes was wearing it, I would LET HER HAVE IT. (Sorry, Shenae.)
But Gwen is one of those people who gets away with things other people can’t get away with. Often. In general. On occasion. Not necessarily here? From the neck up, I am SOLD. From the neck down, I am…Sale Pending?
As always, I love looking at the expressions of the background people in this picture:
Grey Pants is all, “…huh.” Blazer Dude is all, “NO.” And Grey Dress is all, “well, what the hell? It’s Gwen Stefani. Facebook needs to know this.”
This is what Gwen wore to close L.A.M.B on Thursday night — the night Matt Damon ditched us, although I felt close to him once more after I watched The Informant on the plane home, and then caught up on 30 Rock this weekend, which I think might have featured the greatest performance of his career to date — and when she came down the runway, it actually looked like a dress, and I quite liked it. Now that I know it’s pants, I feel a bit more conflicted. On the other hand, there’s something about it that’s sari-inspired (right? Or wait, no — saris don’t have pants, do they? You know what I mean, right? Someone please help me remember what I mean in the comments) and that I do enjoy. God, I’m so confused — I clearly have not fully recovered from a Fashion Week in which one day brought us both Aubrey O’Day AND Salman Rushdie.