You know we love Emma Stone. And we normally enjoy Emma Stone wears. I mean, almost no one liked her McQueen from the SAGs but me. But I seriously think I like her post-party dress less than I liked her awards dress:
I’m beginning to worry that her stylist — having done some great work this year — cracked last Friday night, and just started throwing all kinds of crazy shit at the wall, and decided to let all of it stick. Floppy neck bows! Gloomy formal shower curtains accessorized by charred cinnamon bun hip furbelows! WHAT ELSE HAVE YOU GOT? I’LL STICK IT ON HER AND HOPE FOR THE BEST.
