[Photos: Prada/Miu Miu]
Fugger: Saoirse Ronan
This may surprise you, but I actually kind of love this:
I’m not totally on board with the gym hair, but at the same time, I get it: this dress is a whole lot going on, so you don’t want your hair to look Too Done. She takes a lot of clothing risks — a lot of ones that I think don’t pay off, but, as I always say: Who cares? Take it off and try again tomorrow — but this time I think Baby Blanchett here hit it out of the park. This is sweet but also quirky; unusual, but not ugly. I vote yes.
She’s adorable, which means she can almost pull this off:
The operative word being “almost.” This is still the cutest frock on the sale rack at Dorothy Zbornak’s House of Tunics, and I’d like to have those proportions brought up on charges. The crime? Aggravated mayhem.
An Open Letter to Saoirse Ronan:
You are not at a place in your life where needs require you pop up places wearing a festive St. Patty’s Day wine bag. This is a dress for a sassy old lady or an actress who’s concealing her pregnancy because it’s too soon to tell people, or, at least, People. You have plenty of time to swan out in this thing. Ergo, I counsel patience.
PS: Say hi to Ralph Fiennes for us! And if this is part of Slytherin for Kohl’s, tell him to slow his roll.
Maybe it’s just because we’ve been scalp-deep in Fug Madness, but I am feeling favorably toward this funky dress.
It looks kind of like she belted a coat over a Little Black Dress she decided she didn’t like, but… if true, she picked an INTERESTING coat. The angled strip of leather slightly evokes a sheathed weapon slung over her front, which at an event sponsored by some wack-ass brand of Viking-inspired vodka, is strangely apt. Besides, there’s never enough swordplay at these things, is there?