“Do you like my blouse? Pants are for fools, lovers. Pants are for Garners. When you are the president of Legifornia, you do not play coy.
It happens every year: We line up our posts for the day after the big ceremony, only to find out half the people we’ve already featured had another outfit on tap for the after-parties. There are a lot of tired stylists in Hollywood today, to go along with all the weary bloggers.
“HOLA LOVERS. Another award show, another person who makes my cheeks flame with all of the rage. Yawn.”
“HOLA LOVERS. Yes, it is winter, and I have been wearing many coats, but in Miami it is THIGH TIME and I have been wearing a lot of those also.”
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In which we have a sisterwife dress AND a shiny gold blazer to ogle!
“Yes, yes, I shed my cape. But it was not in vain. It was for art, lovers. It was for this sculpture of FEELING that depicts a straitjacket embracing me like I am its one true love. The meaning? That my abs are crazy, and THE LOPEZ IS MADNESS. Also, lovers, you think I am going to work ten hours a day to make my stomach like an iron plate and then NOT let it explode out of some soft restraints? NOW WHO IS CRAZY.”