While, on one hand, I appreciate everything that is happening on her head (and loved her look at the Golden Globes), this shirt is a big old shrug for me. I will never understand the thought-process behind a top that makes you look like you just barely escaped an altercation with a very neat shark. (Unless you’re the celebrity host of Shark Week, in which case I argue that you should pop up every evening in an outfit with a different strategic bite taken out of it. Wait, now maybe I think this is fun! How did that happen?)
