I like to think that — much as in Bridget Jones’s Diary, where she shows up as the only tart at what she thought was a Tarts and Vicars party (I love you, English fancy dress customs) — Yasmin Le Bon here showed up at the Serpentine Party and said, “damn it, no one told me we weren’t all dressing like Rachel Zoe Circa Summer 2006 anymore! YOU’RE ALL DEAD TO ME!”
Fug File: green
I mean, right?
I think this might be, gulp, kind of good. What has happened? Where are the ruffles, the sheer layers, the trousers that make her look like she’s kneeless and waddling? Are you listening to us, Fabiola? WHY ARE YOU LISTENING TO US? WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? Does Courtney Love actually ever take baths? Probably not! Does Bai Ling ever put it away? Hell no! Does Mischa Barton ever buy good pants? IS THE POPE CATHOLIC? Don’t be a Peldon, Fab. Don’t ride a wave of sanity back whence you came. Because in these trying times, we need to weep with joyous confusion at your clothes. Fly the fug flag, lady. FLY IT LIKE THE WIND.
Remember when Amy Smart was all over the place?
I guess she’s done a voice on Robot Chicken for years, but I always think of her as That Girl I Hated For Reasons I No Longer Recall on Felicity, and, of course, The Beek’s Sweet Girlfriend AKA The One Who Didn’t Wear the Whipped Cream Bikini in Varsity Blues. She also just made a movie called 12 Days of Christmas with Mark-Paul Gosselaar, which is either a Hallmark Hall of Fame or an ABC Family movie and regardless will surely have some Fromage in it to be Fugged. But does her gown require fugging as well?