Fugger: Kristen Wiig

Well Played, Kristen Wiig

It gives me great pleasure to present to you, ladies and gentleman, Kristen Wiig:

> at Sunshine Landmark on April 29, 2015 in New York City.

I have had many a complaint about her wardrobe over the years, as you guys know — remember that time she wore a choker with a halter top? I’ve never gotten over it — but I think this is so snappy and snazzy and sassy and all those other “s” adjectives that old people use when they think you’ve got moxie. And I LOVE Moxie.

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Fugs and Fabs: Solids at the Independent Spirit Awards

And we can put THIS sucker to bed, at last. Come for the ScarJo, stay for some Kristens, formal pajamas, and the new Supergirl.

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Fugs and Fabs: The Rest of SNL40

Someone on Twitter noted that with Fashion Week, the NBA All-Star game, and the SNL40 thing, there might not have been any celebrities left in LA. It sounded true to me.

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Fugs and Fabs: The (Mostly) Candids of Sundance

On Twitter this past week, Lena Dunham noted that she expected to see more “bazonkers snow fashion” at Sundance and I must concur! But don’t worry. There is some bazonkersness within. And there’s also coats, and men with facial hair, and Keanu Reeves. KEANU!


Golden Globes Fug Carpet: Kristen Wiig in Delphine Manivet

In the plus column: Good makeup, and a bracelet that might be made of snakes.

Kristen Wiig at the Golden Globes

In the minus column: Her fairy godmother was blotto on moonshine, so when she slurred, “Unpleasant sheath,” all Kristen heard was, “Peasant-chic.” The rest is sad history.

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Fug and Fab: Kristen Wiig

Here’s the thing. One of these is great, and the other is….kind of a disaster, but that still means she’s hitting .500 today. If she were a baseball player, we’d be wetting ourselves with joy.

Let’s start with the good one, shall we? It’s Peter Som (it does feel related to Julie Bowen’s great Emmys dress from same) and I think it’s fab:

"The Skeleton Twins" Los Angeles Premiere

Half the time, she dresses like she’s a slightly deranged senior seminar art teacher at an expensive, unconventional prep school who is suspected of once having killed a man MAYBE ACCIDENTALLY at a key party. This is more the groovy senior seminar art teacher who invites you over for guacamole on her well-landscaped back patio, overlooking her pool, where the margaritas are cold and the gossip is good. She should stick to that one.

Earlier, however, we had….well. A thing happened:

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