Rosamund Pike is a really pretty girl.


A pretty girl with a stonking drunk seamstress. Let’s see: The top was probably the product of the last half of yesterday’s bottle of wine on an empty stomach — “Dammit, was that trim, or lining, or both? And are those HER measurements or the dimensions of that coffee table from Ikea? HAHAHA! OH MY GOD I’M OUT OF SHIRAZ” — and then, furious and furiously amused, she crawled into a bottle of Patron and accidentally glued the skirt to itself before passing out on top of it. So, a little like having Lindsay Lohan make your clothes, except without a bonus dusting of fine white powder. And maybe a bit less nudity. Maybe.