Fugger: Sandra Bullock
Sandra started the season off with a multi-colored gown at the Globes that I really did not like — I believe I referred to it somewhere as cheap decor for a baby shower where the hosts didn’t know if it was a boy or girl — so she was a sight for sore eyes on Sunday:
That’s beautiful. I’m not sure I have any funny cracks to make about it. In try times, then, we turn to The Gospel of Grease: I will look at thee, Sandra B., lousy with divinity.
I love this fabric. I would like to wrap my Christmas gifts in it next year.
I don’t mind Sandra Bullock wrapping herself in it, either, but my gut says it could’ve been done better. Something about the drape on the hips, as it flows into the bow, is bugging me; I think the design (it’s Lanvin) also relies a bit too much on the fact that Sandra Bullock has a bangin’ workout regimen and her legs are so excellent that the slit feels like a gift.
But y’all, this is beyond NAB. This is DAB. It DEMANDS a bracelet. It demands an EVERYTHING. We are at Accessory DEFCON 1.
Okay, I realize you are going to think I am nuts even putting this up to a vote:
First of all, it’s SO much better than her Golden Globes dress. And I love the color. But…okay, I realize this is irrational. I KNOW she looks good, and this is a totally lovely look. But the truth is that I hate that belt, and combined with the ruffles, I feel like it slowly starts to veer weirdly country-western in a way that reads very slightly cheesy?