Fugger: Marion Cotillard
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This might not be fugly, exactly, but it’s not stunning enough for me either.
The skirt might’ve been onto something, and in life I am not opposed to lapels, but… I’m snoring right now. Actual letter Zs are leaking out my nose. Maybe it’s because Marion is so freaking pretty, or maybe it’s because she’s talented and yet last thing I saw her in was the Batman movie in which she was actually sort of terrible and that left a sad taste in my soul, but: I always want her to dazzle me. This feels like she stole it from Helen Mirren’s reject pile.
Just the other day Jessica and I were discussing what’s going to happen when we’re batty old biddies who wear sequined turbans and feign an interest in learning bridge and run our own rogue, drunken, taunty octogenarian bingo team called The O Faces. We’re going to be awesome, in our own minds. And for the really formal occasions, we will shuffle around in tents like this.
If we could shrinky-dink that overlay onto her lovely figure, I might love it. And if I could steal it and save it for when The O Faces go to Bingo Prom, I would. Anything in between seems crazy.
[Photo: INF Daily]
the subdued older relation of Emilia Clarke’s Emmy dress and, I think, also the more successful one — but that doesn’t mean I necessarily want to go along. I’m scared that it’s taking me to 50 Shades Of Demi Moore’s Bike-Shorts Oscar Dressville, and everyone is miserable there.