I feel like there are two sort of celebrities that we feature here on GFY:
There are the ones like Rihanna, who generally appear to at least be having fun in their wacky outfits, and then there are the ones (like, say, Maggie Gyllenhaal, at least back in the day) who seem SUPER BORED to even be WEARING $15,000 sequined harem pants and who can’t even believe you CARE what they’re wearing, even though they clearly do because if they didn’t they’d be wearing shorts from Old Navy and a top they got back in college, and whose faces generally seem to scream, SHOULDN’T YOU BE WORRYING ABOUT DARFUR, YOU PLEBEIAN, I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’RE TAKING PICTURES OF MY $15,000 PANTS MY FAME IS SUCH A BURDEN. Obviously, I prefer the former. After all, if you’re going to be wearing — let’s count — a tutu, a giant oversized blazer, and a midriff-baring tee shirt reading, “SHE DIED OF PERFECTION,” you might as well enjoy it.
Because, yes: when you decide to wear what look like tailored, high-waisted tangerine sweatpants, WHY NOT top them off with a grape-jelly-colored cropped sweatshirt? That look sounds DELICIOUS.