Fug or Fab: Elettra Rossellini-Wiedemann

Part of me totally digs the blue-and-silver motif of this dress.

The rest of me wants to applaud the Lady Jedi fashion committee for going all-out with their formal robes this year. The back-flap is an incredibly practical built-in hood in case there's a sudden deluge, or, say, someone sets off the fire-alarm sprinklers in the middle of your gala function. But otherwise it's just an excuse for some asshat to see how long it takes for you to notice he's been dumping pate and brie in your shoulder-pouch.

Also, although I love the blue croc shoes, the similar-but-different color fights with the dress -- kind of like when you want to wear a black shirt and black pants, but one of them has been through the wash seventeen more times than the other, so suddenly you're in two-tone hell and look like an incredibly depressed and dour rainbow.

So, apparently, I think those little flourishes shove it into Fug territory, but dammit, I started this thing with democratic intentions and I'm going to finish it that way.