How interesting that this event is sponsored by something called Hearts on Fire, because mine here is not catching alight.
It just seems lackluster. Half-hearted. This slinky nightgown — which, by the way, needs to lose the waist ties, because they’re actively detracting from the entire affair — vaguely evokes Old Hollywood, but she almost needed to go whole hog and throw on an imitation fur bolero (or TURBAN) and dripped herself in diamonds, with of course some exotic lipstick, and perhaps a silver (and empty) cigarette holder. Think a cross between Mrs Peacock and Miss Scarlett. But frankly, I would’ve settled for better makeup and some bracelets. SOMETHING to elevate the styling from I Am Climbing In Bed To Watch Jessica Jones Until My Lover Comes Home.