I mean, whatever. Brad still looks like he’s a performance artist, and Angelina looks elegantly bland.

“Elegant” being, at least, a complimentary word. It’s a pretty color, and I appreciate the glittery belt. But I’m so distracted by the fact that these two constantly photogrpah like they’re cousins who were forced to attend Prom together.

But it’s better than this, which (as of this writing) just hit Ye Olde Wires:



I wonder if Angelina’s, Aniston’s, and Dakota Johnson’s stylists — just to name three, and for all I know, some of them are the same — get together and drink and complain about how BORING their jobs are sometimes because whenever they spin the color wheel of fortune it always lands on BANKRUPT.

Angelina Jolie

Angie, don’t look at me like that. I’m sorry that I don’t really like the back either, or that this entire thing looks stiff and swimmy on you, like one of those wearable billboards people put on outside gas stations to advertise… I don’t know, sandwiches and real estate, or whatever. The point is: It’s making me like the blue dress better and better, just by virtue of its blueness.

[Photo: Fame/Flynet]