Wow. It takes a special conglomeration of items to create a look that makes your posture look this Igor-lumbering-around-the-lab level of terrible:
Listen, if you're going to wear those pants, (a) think twice, (b) then once again, (c) then have the common decency to pair them with a top that doesn't make you look as though you're spending the entire evening hunched over at a sixty-degree angle. The last person who could pull off a shawl-bodice concoction was Jessica Fletcher, and unless Roisin Murphy here was attending the Elle Style Awards solely to confront Mickey Rourke in an abandoned stairwell about some terrible crime she's fingered him for (insert joke about his criminal plastic surgery here) (insert joke about "fingering" here) (insert apology for gross "fingering" joke here) (insert apology to Mickey Rourke here) (insert heartfelt explanation that I wouldn't be nearly so upset about what he did to his face if I didn't think his first face was so nice to begin with here), then I confess to being at a loss.
Listen, if you're going to wear those pants, (a) think twice, (b) then once again, (c) then have the common decency to pair them with a top that doesn't make you look as though you're spending the entire evening hunched over at a sixty-degree angle. The last person who could pull off a shawl-bodice concoction was Jessica Fletcher, and unless Roisin Murphy here was attending the Elle Style Awards solely to confront Mickey Rourke in an abandoned stairwell about some terrible crime she's fingered him for (insert joke about his criminal plastic surgery here) (insert joke about "fingering" here) (insert apology for gross "fingering" joke here) (insert apology to Mickey Rourke here) (insert heartfelt explanation that I wouldn't be nearly so upset about what he did to his face if I didn't think his first face was so nice to begin with here), then I confess to being at a loss.
