
This outfit turns Glenn into a bit of what Miss J. Alexander would have called "a no-neck monster." It's a little bit Dior, a little bit Rick Owens, and a little bit of that McQueen shipwreck collection. I kind of wish she'd worn the hat, which looks like a squashed tarantula.

This is pretty impressive. I don't like the clothes, strictly speaking, but they DO both have enormous presence here and I admit I like to see Glenn in some shit-kicking boots. (They've got to be Fluevogs, right?)

"DO ME NEXT!!!"

I mean, fine, but why do things need to look like she's about to shimmy out of them? Maybe that's why they did the droopy arm loops here – to restrict her from hugging anyone and accidentally shrugging out of those cups.

THIS is joyfully bonkers. If you had shown me this before the event, I might have assumed it'd be Kim's.

In Rome, Naomi wore a Roksanda with a similarly cut skirt. I liked that one better – this one just looks a bit plasticky, with a randomly added boob turban.

I wish this had just been a skirt. The pants are hilarious buffoonery, and do my eyes deceive me, or are the hems already filthy when she's only just arrived at this event?!?

Naomi can almost always be relied upon to deploy an enviable necklace, and this dress cries out for one, but she has forsaken it.

Have fun in the bathroom!
