** Whoops, when this first published, the poll didn't show up properly -- but it's there now, so vote away!
You know, as much as there's still a lot of residual sympathy for Anne Hathaway's crappy summer breakup with the extortionist, I have to say, there are worse ways for her to dry her tears than on the piles of expensive clothes people are throwing at her now (which I know has to do with her career and not her sadness, but still, VERY fortuitous timing there). Seriously, she could get her calls returned by any major designer she wanted -- assuming she even had to bother picking up the phone in the first place. That's a pretty good piece of karmic payback for having the bad luck to be in love with a dude who allegedly uses the Vatican's name to rip off his marks. (Seriously, did it REALLY need to be said, "Hey, don't tangle with the Pope"? Did it? Are you SURE, jackhole?)
Anyway: Sometimes the knowledge that she's essentially A-plus-list at this point makes me judge Anne's clothes a little more harshly -- since I would be shocked if she ever only had one option for a given event, it's a lot more interesting to me to see what she picks, and I spend a lot more time scratching my chin and trying to decide what I think while also concentrating REALLY HARD on not furrowing my brow in the usual spot above my nose lest it become so deep I could stash a Twinkie in there.
This is one such outfit.
In theory: Cute, I think. Obviously she's had a little trouble keeping the skirt from riding up when she walks. The hair, makeup, and accessories are spot-on with a dress that's got so much happening around the shoulders, and the fact that there IS detail around her shoulders to keep it from just being a tiny blue strapless number is great. But I'm not sure how I feel about the exact Something that's there.
Let's go in for a closer look at it:
You know, as much as there's still a lot of residual sympathy for Anne Hathaway's crappy summer breakup with the extortionist, I have to say, there are worse ways for her to dry her tears than on the piles of expensive clothes people are throwing at her now (which I know has to do with her career and not her sadness, but still, VERY fortuitous timing there). Seriously, she could get her calls returned by any major designer she wanted -- assuming she even had to bother picking up the phone in the first place. That's a pretty good piece of karmic payback for having the bad luck to be in love with a dude who allegedly uses the Vatican's name to rip off his marks. (Seriously, did it REALLY need to be said, "Hey, don't tangle with the Pope"? Did it? Are you SURE, jackhole?)
Anyway: Sometimes the knowledge that she's essentially A-plus-list at this point makes me judge Anne's clothes a little more harshly -- since I would be shocked if she ever only had one option for a given event, it's a lot more interesting to me to see what she picks, and I spend a lot more time scratching my chin and trying to decide what I think while also concentrating REALLY HARD on not furrowing my brow in the usual spot above my nose lest it become so deep I could stash a Twinkie in there.
This is one such outfit.
In theory: Cute, I think. Obviously she's had a little trouble keeping the skirt from riding up when she walks. The hair, makeup, and accessories are spot-on with a dress that's got so much happening around the shoulders, and the fact that there IS detail around her shoulders to keep it from just being a tiny blue strapless number is great. But I'm not sure how I feel about the exact Something that's there.
Let's go in for a closer look at it:
It's just... itchy-looking black tulle. I expected it to look more luxe somehow, more fancy, more in-keeping with the fact that IF you can purchase this dress it would probably cost you a mortgage payment. Instead, it feels like a lazy makeshift shawl cobbled together from widow's weeds and a tutu from her third-grade ballet recital.
In sum, I think I like where it was GOING -- and I like a LOT that Anne looks a bit healthier than she did back in the soapy throes of her grief -- but I'm not sure I love how it ended up getting there. Kind of like getting a flight to Tahiti and then finding out the airline is out of pillows, serving beef stroganoff as the meal, and showing only Dane Cook movies. And then when you land it turns out Tahiti is closed for remodeling and out of rum.
