Rumer Willis always presents me with such a quandary. I feel like any compliment I give her is almost GRUDGING, like, "She looks good... FOR HER," when in fact at this point I am rooting for her to hit it out of the proverbial ball park so that I can cross her off my list of worries.
But when she goes and does stuff like this, it makes it so hard.
I'd be curious to see the dress on someone else -- someone slightly less, well, awkward -- to see how I feel about it for real, but my first thought was: Wow, she is wearing a stained-glass window somebody designed based on a blackjack table. And her hair is all mussed and sweaty as if she had been sitting at said blackjack table for 18 hours straight, drinking free vodka tonics and losing a boatload of cash that she can't win back again. I can smell the casino on her. I can't believe I'm saying this, but... can we get Rachel Zoe on this case, please? Say what you will about that one -- and we have, and will continue to -- but she usually knows what she's doing, whereas clearly Rumer does not.
But when she goes and does stuff like this, it makes it so hard.
I'd be curious to see the dress on someone else -- someone slightly less, well, awkward -- to see how I feel about it for real, but my first thought was: Wow, she is wearing a stained-glass window somebody designed based on a blackjack table. And her hair is all mussed and sweaty as if she had been sitting at said blackjack table for 18 hours straight, drinking free vodka tonics and losing a boatload of cash that she can't win back again. I can smell the casino on her. I can't believe I'm saying this, but... can we get Rachel Zoe on this case, please? Say what you will about that one -- and we have, and will continue to -- but she usually knows what she's doing, whereas clearly Rumer does not.
