I wonder if our girl here was tired of getting the lesser Dior gowns, because she switched to Stella McCartney for the Santa Barbara film fest. The problem with that is, Stella McCartney’s clothes are almost always going to create more problems than they solve.
I am TRYING not to reject this purely on jumpsuit grounds. And her waist does look perfect and wee. But I really hate how stumpifying, grandmotherly, and even thickening those tapered, aggressively pressed satin pants are. The top appears to be sagging, as if she’s being slowly unwrapped by an invisible jerk. Add to that the messy eye makeup, the fact that those shoes are chafing the hell out of her feet, and the way her hair looks like she forgot she even had any at all, I’m wondering if that walking pneumonia still hasn’t released her from its wicked claws. Or, she’s seen the Dior she’s getting for the Oscars and wants to lower the bar so she’ll be assured of clearing it. In that case, I like her odds.