Christina Milian is making a late-season push for Fug Madness, it seems. This, at the Art of Elysium gala, isn’t terrible, but nor is it great, and I rather want that fabric to recover my bedroom chaise. (Note: I don’t have a bedroom chaise.)
She also kind of looks like she’s attempting to get cast in a Real Housewives franchise — any of them! Even Miami, which I think is actually just a local access show now.
She looked like a wholly different person at the event the previous night:
Am I wrong in thinking that Noted Gold Pants Lover Martha Stewart ought to try to get her hands on those trousers? Because I feel like she — and she alone — could make the Pants-Cape into a good thing.
