Does Kate Hudson have the flu, or something?
This just seems messier than her usual I’m-so-laid-back-that-a-puddle-has-more-pressure-than-my-blood aesthetic, as if she’d taken to her bed for three days and her agent finally dragged her out, handed her a bucket of fish scales, and said, “YOU’RE GOING, AND THAT’S FINAL.”
Speaking of those fish scales:
Are they as bad as I thought? I appreciate a spin on a little black dress, but perhaps not one that looks like she is spawning amphibious armor.
