We’re one week and one awards show removed from the Globes, and this is already SO much more interesting.
If you told me that you gazed at this and found yourself drawn into the ruby-red eyes of a complicated, hypnotic devil entity, I would understand. But I also might wonder if that was such a bad fate. Because the beading and ornate detailing on this sheath are so lively and glimmering and unusual, and I’m so pleased that she rebounded from her maids’ togs with something that’s still so adventurous. Because let’s be frank: Who even knew the Critics’ Choice Awards were on TV, much less were enough of a thing to inspire ANYONE to get funky?