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!
Fugger: Lena Dunham
Yesterday, we discussed the Lena Dunham Elle cover, and how the punk look worked surprisingly well but the bizarre hand-positioning was terrible.
Well. I was in line at Target shortly thereafter and saw this version on the newsstand:
I love her head. It works swimmingly – JUST the right touch of Duran Duran. The pose makes her look like she’s cold, but overall I think this fixes my other issues — she doesn’t look like a coy toddler with an oral fixation, and it’s not quite so close-up, as if they’re afraid to show any of the rest of her. The crossed-arms “Brr where is my coat” thing isn’t a terribly confident alternative, but overall this solves more problems than it creates for me, so I’ll take it.
The styling is good, but I call this pose I Have A Zit And So I’m Just Going To Pretend To Bite My Thumbnail And It’ll Look Totally Natural and No One Will Ever Notice. And instead it looks awkward – the magazine equivalent of hiding a pregnancy by making an actress stand in front of an aggressive fern.
I tried to arrange this one as bad-good-bad-good, etc. (although it kind of backfired on me), so as to give you the maximum amount of whiplash. In honor of JK Simmons’ performance in the movie, obviously, which reminds me that the Tina/Amy joke that McConaughey calls him “jus’ keep Simmons” was one of my absolute favorites.
I feel like we’re moving in the right direction with these girls. At last!
[Photos: Getty, INF, Fame/Flynet]
Have I gone totally wackbats crazy, or does Lena sort of look like (a young) Carrie Fisher in the face here? (This is a compliment; Carrie Fisher is, of course, a goddess.) Regardless, her makeup is good. But let’s talk about the dress:
It’s WEIRD and also cheerful, and I am pretty sure it’s the formal cousin to a caftan and I actually really kind of like it? It seems like something you could wear while drinking cocktails with giant flowers frozen inside their ice cubes on a lanai in Miami, without also being something that you might accidentally see in The Golden Girls (no disrespect to Blanche Devereaux), nor being something obnoxiously sported by an irritating starlet at Art Basel. That’s a hard line to walk.