I’m looking forward to The Face coming back, although Coco Rocha and Karolina Kurkova were really good in it and I’m sad they won’t get another crack at Naomi Campbell. Hopefully Anne V and Lydia Hearst, despite not having quite the sparking credentials of the other two, can still deliver some verbal parries and thrusts.
Clothes-wise, it’s a bit more varied. Anne basically took a knee to end the half, in football parlance:
I can’t find a designer credit for it, and that’s probably for the best, because I don’t know if any designer would want to take credit. There is nothing here to latch onto, at all. It looks cheap, I can see where her navel is, there are no accessories making this anything worth looking at… it’s like milk in dress form. And not even dairy milk; soy milk, which is more watery. The good news for her is that it keeps forcing me to look at her face, which is very pretty, but since that thought is immadiately followed by, “Why did she DO THIS to herself,” it’s not really a very warming piece of good news.
Lydia Hearst was considerably more successful.
THAT is awesome. I want that to be my coat of arms.