Our love-hate relationship with Cate Blanchett's fashion sense is rather well documented in the GFY archives, so we're always excited to see what she's going to wear on the red carpet -- adore it or abhor it, we're never indifferent, and that's at least one victory right there.
This year, "love" won. And so I present a series of affectionate haiku-style poems dedicated to her achievement.
Cate loves metallics
like I love potato chips.
But, can't wear those. Boo.
Sexy iron sheath
makes Camelot wish chain mail
could look this gorgeous.
She's a tall, frosty
steel-wool milkshake, minus the
wool. Plus chocolate.
Fair skin is in, yay!
Ditch the bronzer, orange freaks.
Cate proves paleness rocks.
Out of Diet Coke.
Sad. Tortured. Crushed. Off-topic.
Cate: Bring me one? Please?
Guess it's errand time
For Intern George. Cans, please, love!
Plus, I should post this.
