So, on the fab side, there is this angle:
She’s cute, it’s shiny, it’s not black. Maybe “fab” is too strong a word for it, but on any given red carpet in L.A., it’s never going to be the fugliest thing out there. Like, half of Drew Barrymore’s closet would look at this outfit and fall asleep, you know?
But when she turns just-so:
Suddenly it looks like a weird fit — as if she turned her torso but the dress didn’t follow — and I’m thinking it’s less a fancy cocktail dress than a wedding gown she hemmed and dyed blue. And now suddenly all I can see is that it looks like somebody cut her open and found out that she’s full of glitter and sequins instead of blood and organs — which, when you think about Kristin Chenoweth, doesn’t sound so terribly far-fetched. If you told me she barfed rainbows and QVC jewelry I’d believe you. But when it comes to fashion, it’s not as much of a win as I’d hoped.
