Stella McCartney is a confusing creature.
This is groovy on her. Love the shoes, love the wrap, and I even don't mind the pockets. Even with her hands jammed into them, they don't really distort the line of the outfit, which is flattering and an interesting use of balancing the intricate lace pattern with other cool accessories. In essence, it's the type of thing that makes me feel like I could walk into her store on Robertson and -- assuming I'm not tossed out because the purse I'm using right now is totally from Target and I only own Louboutins that have come from eBay -- not weep at the vision of everything being sold there.
However, then Stella goes and takes basically the same lace fabric and does this with it:
This is groovy on her. Love the shoes, love the wrap, and I even don't mind the pockets. Even with her hands jammed into them, they don't really distort the line of the outfit, which is flattering and an interesting use of balancing the intricate lace pattern with other cool accessories. In essence, it's the type of thing that makes me feel like I could walk into her store on Robertson and -- assuming I'm not tossed out because the purse I'm using right now is totally from Target and I only own Louboutins that have come from eBay -- not weep at the vision of everything being sold there.
However, then Stella goes and takes basically the same lace fabric and does this with it:
I feel a bit validated in being irritated by jumpsuits when even Stella herself admitted she had to have a friend help her every time she needed the bathroom at the Met Ball. But beyond that: Now the pockets are annoying -- that one on the right looks like she's storing her money and her driver's license on her buttock. I'm not sure what the point of the tiny wee camisole is in there, since it appears to be down around her ribcage. And I just noticed that it appears to be ILLUSION NETTING above it, like she is participating in some kind of circus act in which she swings from a trapeze, dismounts and lands on a barebacked horse, and rides out of there singing something off Madonna's Like A Virgin album. I don't THINK that was the theme of this year's Met Ball...
Oh, and is it just my eyes, or can we see her undies/support garment/white hot pants/Fruit of the Loom boxer-briefs? Lordy, Stella. This is like the bizarro version of the other outfit, as if she made it to be the Jessica Wakefield-ian alternative to the more Elizabeth-esque (by which I mean more subtle, not more boring and insufferable) getup she wore to the Time.com party. Clearly, Adult Jessica would wear this to Lila Fowler's anniversary soiree in the hopes of having Bruce Patman ogle her, drive her off in the 1BRUCE1-mobile, and slowly unwrap her on his coffee table. Which would make a great Sweet Valley High book, but maybe not a super real-life fashion choice.
