It is apparently a day of mercy here at GFY; the compliments are just flowing from our poisoned fingertips.
But when confronted with this latest evidence that Christina Aguilera's really dirrrrrty days may be well and truly behind her, I couldn't contain myself. I am human. I love clothes. I love to shop. And were I shopping right this second, I would consider it the luckiest day ever if I walked away with every item here:
She looks fantastic. The kicky retro red dress with pea-coat accents, the trench, the sexy leopard shoes and bag, the artfully tousled mane -- it's all great. I've never been a huge fan of massive, colored plastic sunglass rims, but even those are the perfect accessory here.
Who'd have thought our girl in the black leather jumpsuit -- the original Firecrotch, in a way -- would engineer this kind of fashionable turnaround? Even her Marilyn makeover, while a game and welcome stab, often seemed to veer too far in the other direction. But this? This is divine. This is, we hope, the Fuguilera spectrum nearest its point of normalcy.
I applaud her, and I bask in the glow of Jordan Bratman's style-healing wang. Here's hoping he helped complete her journey by chucking the jumpsuit in the Goodwill pile, or, better, sending it off to Fergie so she could appropriately christen her solo career. We would never spot urine stains on that thing.
