Fugger: Sharon Stone
In which we learn that Sharon Stone wears a gold lamé jacket to the airport:
I’m not kidding when I say that this information actually makes me feel better about humanity and the world in general.
this could have happened for real.
It probably worked out for the best this way, though.
You have to love this woman’s adherence to a theme. If it calls for glamour she brings glamour. If it calls for sensible polo-wear, she goes full-on British Boarding School Headmistress.
But seriously, every time I see the ladies at these things tottering around in the thinnest of stiletto heels, I think, “Those are going to have mud ALL OVER THEM because of how often they sink into the grass.” So as much as I would’ve loved her swanning into this in a bejewelled ball gown, all SHARON STONE’d up to the all-caps nines, this is actually… practical. Maybe even admirably so. Who knew?
than the actual rejected one). You can bleach your hair, Anne, but you can’t bleach your regrets (edit: I still stand by this).