Okay, so the pendulum swung back: Rumer's got the hair working for her again, but the dress is back to being suspect:
Nothing says "classy" like a dress with photos on it of a woman's hand holding a cigarette. She's basically in costume as lung cancer, and if that doesn't get a girl in the mood to wear a frilly tutu, I don't know WHAT does.
Actually, for a long time, I stared at it and thought it was an order of french fries from McDonald's, and sat here trying to think of a name for a ballet in which Rumer might be starring that's based on the secret pain of the Hamburgler. All I came up with was The Clowncracker, which needed some workshopping, or Ron Lake, which sounds just as much like it could be about your accountant as about how one fast-food chain's clown continually defeats a man who's trying to steal his beef. Sigh. Fortunately it's a moot point.
Nothing says "classy" like a dress with photos on it of a woman's hand holding a cigarette. She's basically in costume as lung cancer, and if that doesn't get a girl in the mood to wear a frilly tutu, I don't know WHAT does.
Actually, for a long time, I stared at it and thought it was an order of french fries from McDonald's, and sat here trying to think of a name for a ballet in which Rumer might be starring that's based on the secret pain of the Hamburgler. All I came up with was The Clowncracker, which needed some workshopping, or Ron Lake, which sounds just as much like it could be about your accountant as about how one fast-food chain's clown continually defeats a man who's trying to steal his beef. Sigh. Fortunately it's a moot point.
