Remember the last time we saw Tessa Thompson in Rosie Assoulin? It was at last year’s Emmys and it was TRANSPORTIVELY GOOD. But this look is a chilling reminder that for every sartorial hit, a corresponding miss awaits; she looks like the leader of a cult who woke up on the morning of a very important ritual and realized that she left her ceremonial robes at the dry cleaners and had to make do with a box of Rit Dye and her bedsheets. At least now her Assoulin slate has been wiped clean and the road is open for future greatness and glory.
Also: We’ve gotta talk about this new trend of tiny sunglasses. They make me want to climb a tree and never come down.
