By now, we all know that Helena Bonham Carter enjoys dressing as if she's a vagrant. This is nothing new.
[All photos: PacificCoastNewsOnline.com]
And since she's out and about running errands, or whatever, I'm loath to ding her for it -- especially because at this point I find it wickedly entertaining that Helena just does not care. In fact it tickles me to imagine that, when she prepares to leave the house, she thinks, "I'm totally going to get my picture taken, because I always do. But you know what? SCREW IT. I'm going to put on my white skirt and my very favorite old maternity smock -- the one I never bother to iron -- and then probably add a cardigan, and I'm going to yank up my thick socks and take my orthopedic clodhoppers for a spin, and throw my hair up in a bun that looks like I used a hand-held egg-beater to arrange it, and when I'm done exerting all the strenuous effort it demands to look THIS weird, I am going to LEAVE THE HOUSE and I don't CARE if people start throwing pound coins at my feet because they think I'm about to drop a hat on the ground and busk for supper. SUCK ON IT, WORLD." I mean, think about all the steps she had to take to go to this place, and she did it anyway. That is commitment right there.
So, no, the clothes themselves aren't why Helena graces the site today. What has me really curious here are the shoes. Check them out in close-up:
[All photos: PacificCoastNewsOnline.com]
And since she's out and about running errands, or whatever, I'm loath to ding her for it -- especially because at this point I find it wickedly entertaining that Helena just does not care. In fact it tickles me to imagine that, when she prepares to leave the house, she thinks, "I'm totally going to get my picture taken, because I always do. But you know what? SCREW IT. I'm going to put on my white skirt and my very favorite old maternity smock -- the one I never bother to iron -- and then probably add a cardigan, and I'm going to yank up my thick socks and take my orthopedic clodhoppers for a spin, and throw my hair up in a bun that looks like I used a hand-held egg-beater to arrange it, and when I'm done exerting all the strenuous effort it demands to look THIS weird, I am going to LEAVE THE HOUSE and I don't CARE if people start throwing pound coins at my feet because they think I'm about to drop a hat on the ground and busk for supper. SUCK ON IT, WORLD." I mean, think about all the steps she had to take to go to this place, and she did it anyway. That is commitment right there.
So, no, the clothes themselves aren't why Helena graces the site today. What has me really curious here are the shoes. Check them out in close-up:
They're shock-absorbing SPACE GRANNY shoes. I did not see that coming. It adds a whole new element to her usual balls-out hobo-boho hoo-ha.
And yet there's also something old-school about the shoe's silhouette. From behind, I bet I could convince you this is Mary Poppins, having fallen on hard times because her umbrella broke and no one can afford a nanny in this day and age, and everyone is so suspicious about EVERYTHING now that resume lines like "dives into sidewalk drawings" get interpreted as "huffing the chalk dust off the pavement," and "inspires whimsy" becomes "plants plots of murder-by-LAUGHTER in the heads of her clients." So instead she just roams the streets with her carry-all, wondering why in the hell she taught everyone a song about paying "tuppence a bag" to the old birdseed lady when it would've been way more prescient -- and helpful in her current situation -- to ingrain in the children that random old ex-nannies should be able to sell bags of great street-grade grain for at least five pounds a pop.
