I feel like this is the amazing version of the dress Victoria Justice wore to the Met Ball:
Parenthetically, there is something so weird and off-putting about seeing these gorgeous and intricate gowns plonked in front of an ad for SkinnyGirl Cocktails. First of all, most proper awards shows do not have corporate sponsors on their step-and-repeat. Like, can you imagine THE 83RD ANNUAL ACADEMY AWARDS SPONSORED BY NAIR? Second, say what you will about SkinnyGirl (it’s hilarious; it made Bethenny Frankel very rich; it’s not as terrible tasting as you might think; it is insane to pay $15 for a drink you can make yourself at home; name-checking skinniness as an aspirational concept with regards to booze is somewhat bizarre, etc etc etc), it does not really feel like a high-end, status-y brand. Which, like, neither are Doritos and I love them. But I am worried that the Critics’ Choice is running out of money, is what I am saying.
Right. Marion. When I first saw this — six hundred years ago before I fell into that SkinnyGirl hole — I kind of wasn’t feeling it. But now I think I might love it. The back is part of what sold me: