Fabiola Beracasa is fast becoming my favorite socialite of the bunch -- which might not be saying much, since I don't tend to think about any of them unless we're at Fashion Week and are tasked with trying to distinguish one from the next, but that doesn't make it any less true. This woman is RELIABLE. Remember this? And this? And these? Well, there's more to add to the collection.
Let's start with the old -- somehow, back at the beginning of June, I completely missed this:
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It's like she strapped on her orthopedic ankle braces and walked to the funeral of the dude who invented the paper shredder. It will be so moving when she removes her crown of fake blossoms and places it tenderly on his coffin, right before it's shoved through a wood-chipper.
So we've covered something old, and something blue -- let's hit up something new, in the form of what she wore last night:
Let's start with the old -- somehow, back at the beginning of June, I completely missed this:
[Photo: WENN.com]
It's like she strapped on her orthopedic ankle braces and walked to the funeral of the dude who invented the paper shredder. It will be so moving when she removes her crown of fake blossoms and places it tenderly on his coffin, right before it's shoved through a wood-chipper.
So we've covered something old, and something blue -- let's hit up something new, in the form of what she wore last night:
That is a perfectly reasonable green dress, paired with a perfectly deranged culmination of a revenge plot against Poe's irrepressible raven that involved a bow and arrow, a hot glue gun, and a lot of screaming things like, "How do you like your NEVERMORE now, JACKHOLE?!?" Then she put on those shoes and boarded the Cankletown Express straight to this event without a second thought.
It's almost hilarious. Truly, she is a national treasure. In fact, I can't wait until Nicolas Cage and Diane Kruger make THAT sequel -- National Treasure: Wardrobe of Doom. Make it happen, Hollywood.
