Voila! It’s fresh-off-the-runway Proenza Schouler — how exciting to see this label on celebs again/at all! — and I confess that, for a moment, I thought it was this Enrique Cortazar number, which she’s worn several times previously. It’s clearly not, but the looks are definitely related, and perhaps too closely to legally marry. Look, it’s cool, it’s cool. Cate has a type; most folks do. (Mine is stripes.)
It’s very jazzy in motion:
Although, honestly, this seems dangerous if you’re a person who talks with their hands. A very high risk of whacking yourself in the face with a sleeve. It’s hard to be dignified if you’ve got a ruffle in the eye.
Pre-bang-trim, Cate also popped by GMA, arriving (in the still-dark hours!!) in a sparkly two-piece (!!) which I’ve decided are actually her pajamas, because I think Cate Blanchett SHOULD sleep in sparkles:
And departing dressed like your MOST competent and polished co-worker, who may in fact be fictional:
Do me a favor and send me those boots, Blanchett!
