Fugger: January Jones

Fugs and Fabs: The Rest of the Mad Men Premiere

Here’s everyone else who wasn’t wearing a detachable skirt. (Except Elisabeth Moss, who is currently in a play on Broadway, which is why I presume she was absent. And Jessica Pare, who just had a baby. And Alexis Bledel who wasn’t there for reasons I don’t know because she didn’t tell me. I hope she and that delicious weasel Pete Campbell aren’t in a fight.)

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Fugs and Fabs: Mad Men Final Season Special Screening in New York

The first event of the Mad Men farewell tour seems like as good a time as any to discuss all of Fug Nation’s theories about where the season will go. So have at it in the comments, once you’re done marveling that MOST of these people wore good shoes. Like, four out of six, if you include Hamm.

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Fug or Fab: January Jones in Mary Katrantzou

I don’t entirely know how to process this, because it’s Friday morning and it’s been a LONG WEEK and my brain is scraping itself along like a thirsty desert wanderer who thinks he sees water.

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My best guess: I vote yes on the dress, a vehement no to the shoes, and a hearty shrug at the hair. It’s interesting, I guess, but the unbalance makes me twitchy — like a parenthetical left unclosed. THE HORROR.

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Fugs and Fabs: The Costume Designers Guild Awards

I want to like this first dress SO BADLY but it has not won my heart.

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Fugs and Fabs: The FOX TCA Party

In which we have a sisterwife dress AND a shiny gold blazer to ogle!


Who Fugged It More at amfAR: January Jones in Tom Ford vs. Lea Michele in Versace

These two seem to have been the only ones who went with Nude And Shiny at the amfAR Gala, and I love a mighty duel, so why not pit them against each other? I trust everyone is holding their swords in their dominant hands, ladies. Let’s make it a fair fight.

Lea Michele in Versace

Lea’s Versace is about as basic as it comes. And if it had continued as it began, we might be throwing her in with the lightbox dump and saying, “Sure, why not,” because it would be slinky and pretty if not a world-enflamer. But that dumpy milky-tea-colored fabric at the bottom is like an admission of defeat. By someone. SOMEBODY stopped caring. Brown paper bags are for malt liquor, not legs.

January, at least, has nothing in common with Colt 45:

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