I only JUST now noticed that Liz Hurley's boobs are oozing out of her bodice.

And the reason I only just noticed: I was too distracted, hypnotized even, by the fact that Liz's eye shadow matches her dress. Am I supposed to be okay with that? Because I'm pretty sure I'm not okay with that. I don't want to be told that my eyelids have to coordinate with my clothes. Especially if I am wearing blue. It's just so STRONG. And chilly. Like she hired the Snow Miser to do her makeup.
Let's have a squizz at the close-up:
And the reason I only just noticed: I was too distracted, hypnotized even, by the fact that Liz's eye shadow matches her dress. Am I supposed to be okay with that? Because I'm pretty sure I'm not okay with that. I don't want to be told that my eyelids have to coordinate with my clothes. Especially if I am wearing blue. It's just so STRONG. And chilly. Like she hired the Snow Miser to do her makeup.
Let's have a squizz at the close-up:
I mean, how Smurfy is that? In ten seconds I expect a kindly short gentleman in red pants and a matching tuque to pop up and offer her an elixir to fix her problems. Possibly while being chased by a cat and a skinny dude in red booties. Although, hey, I don't know her life -- maybe that's how she rolls.




