I’m sure you’re expecting me to complain about the relative sheerness of the top here, and you’re not wrong that I questioned it.
But honestly, I think she looks pretty damn dramatic and good in this outfit — the exception, for me, being the flower pattern that hits RIGHT over each nipple. They’re like those boob petals writ large, and obvious. Or big unblinking eyes. And then the longer I hold their unflinching gaze, trying to parse why anyone chose to do that, the more I become aware of them as toppings on a medium pizza, and then I get all hungry and cranky and that does nobody any good. Especially Intern George, who’ll have to be placed in time out for forgetting to go on yet another lunch run.
There might be another reason I like this, though. And that is: This Ralph & Russo is about a hundred percent better than the Elie Saab she wore over the weekend.
And this was an event HONORING HER. And sponsored by a shoe company, which makes it DOUBLY questionable that we can’t even see her feet. Because of the pants. THE PANTS. The lacy, sheer pants, which look like bellbottom tights raining their impractical, eye-defiling gloom all over her legs. They put the “ow” in “trousers.”
[Photos: Getty, Fame/Flynet]
