She’s got the bod, certainly, and she appears to have mastered the Kardashians’ tricks for posing.
But I can’t embrace this as much else than extremely tepid oversize panty-hose.
I have some finicky notes.
My main one is, why is the bracelet on her sleeved arm? Shouldn’t it be adorning the one that’s bare? Why is her left arm overloaded and her right arm aching for decoration?
Otherwise, I had concerns for a while that this ages her a little. I THINK it’s just my knee-jerk reaction to the peach color, which I always associate with both interior design and tracksuits from the 1980s. But in the end she still looks glamorous and classy and formidably beautiful, in the sense that I would fear wilting if I ever stood next to her. She just always finds a way to get it right.
This episode truly had it all: kissing (in the rain, no less)! Tours of grand British estates (only my favorite thing ever)! Crying! Headbands! Bertie giving Mary a dirty look on Edith’s behalf! Wise children! Crying underbutlers! Surprise fiancees! It seems that Old York’s Hottest Club IS Downton Abbey.
As ever, if you’ve seen this season in its entirety, please don’t spoil the rest of us. We VERY MUCH appreciate your restraint…and before we know it, the secrets of all hearts shall be disclosed. We only have three more episodes to go! (Note: there will not be a new episode on February 28th, and thank God, because putting the series finale of Downton up against the Oscars would have been terribly, terribly mean.)
It feels like an indictment of the establishment’s confidence in Coldplay that it both hired Coldplay for the Super Bowl, then signed two other “guest star” recording artists to help fill up that time. Or in other words, when the beans confusedly asked, “Was that the Coldplay Halftime Show?” my reply was, “Barely.”
This reminds me of the Antonio Berardi that Julianna Margulies just wore to the SAGs.
Her wrists seem under accessorized, but the gown is lovely on her — and so much less aggressive than the violet thing that engulfed her so throughly last week. It’s also rather astonishing to realize this vibrant, exquisite person is the same woman Annie Leibowitz made look so tired and bothered on that Vanity Fair cover. I like to think this entire look — a simple but elegant dress, and that flawless face — was a quiet rebuttal of that entire affair.
I get that this is intentionally slouchy, intended as a relaxed sort of chic.
But I look at this and see a lounge singer who, after one too many shimmies on the grand piano, realized her big Grand Finale costuming surprise has revealed itself without a spoiler alert.
Aunjanue Ellis (Quantico) has been outspoken on the subject of the Confederate flag and its imagery, as recently as Sundance wearing a shirt about it, and refusing to work on any projects that associate with her home state of Mississippi (which still bears the symbol on its state flag).
However you feel about mixing politics and the red carpet, you can’t argue with the message. Your move, Mississippi.