Let’s be real: Would I have been totally sold on this first look if she’d gone with a red lip? Yes. So I can’t really complain. Do I wish the dress didn’t just ABANDON ITS PLAID midway down her thighs? Sure. But it’s also kind of like a flamenco dancer had a baby with an uptight but brilliant headmistress, and if I’d read that book — and I would — I should likewise embrace that dress.
I’m NOT going to embrace this one, however:
I know you’re in Vegas, babe, but…you don’t need to look so much like you’re in Vegas, babe.
