Fugger: Mia Wasikowska
[Photos: Getty, WENN]
I give up with this one.
If you actually want to look like someone’s governess all the time, there’s really nothing I can do about it.
Well, at least she’s going someplace interesting, as opposed to someplace adjacent to Migraine City (which isn’t on Google Maps — you can get there by banging the heel of your hand against your face a hundred times and then giving up and face-planting onto your keyboard).
The detail is a tiny bit like Personal Grooming Gone Awry, but I have to say, the whole effect is funky, like she’s standing next to Jessica Rabbit and catching her shadow. Also, I love that she wore gunmetal. However: Do we really think this needed the hip napkin? There’s plenty going on here without it. Like when a really hot man grows a mustache. Let’s say Pacey, or Jon Hamm, or Ian Somerholder, or WHOEVER, grew a full Magnum P.I. Would that really be HELPING, or is it just getting in the way of our ogling?
When a friend of mine promised to bring wine over for the Super Bowl, I cautioned him to do the classy thing and ensure it was an open bottle poking out of a crinkled brown paper bag.
I think Mia gave her stylist a similar edict.