Blake gave birth to her third daughter in October, and bless her, but I can think of few outfits that look LESS appealing to wear two months post-partum than a Widow Jessica Rabbit aesthetic with bordello boots**. Or course, I am not Blake, and so maybe to Blake these are comfort clothes — the kind of thing that she put on and finally felt like herself again, like a person who was in control of her own body and got to do and be something that didn’t automatically take into consideration a fetus or a breastfeeding infant or whatever. I have no problem with that. Reclaim yourselves however you need to, ladies. I applaud her for having the energy to get dolled up and celebrate her own hard work. That necklace certainly is worth the effort of heaving it around all night. However, I do also feel like this whole aesthetic is very costumey for Blake, as if she decided that making a hard-boiled revenge flick demanded a hard-boiled version of glamour — draped in velvet and leather for an A-list ass-whooping in a Bond flick, for example. Welcome back, Blake. You do always try something.
** Oh, boy. It’s Dolce & Gabbana. You know by now how I feel about THOSE unapologetic jerks. Blake, couldn’t you have tried something else? The world is a complicated place and I get that, and we’re always going to have to balance our decisions imperfectly, but man, there are a bajillion designers out there who would kill to get a gown on your bod, and I am sad those two won the day.
“HA HA HA, me too, right? I’m trying these GIANT TROUSERS and whatever this crooked jacket is doing, and this tiny Mohawk that looks like it might be a man-bun, but isn’t! WHAT AM I DOING? ISN’T IT A GAS?”