Okay, Adams. You get credit: I figured you would go for a strapless dress, but I was certain it'd either have a fishtail hem, or be a straight up-and-down shift with very little to recommend it. I'm not sure why, exactly. But apparently, based on what she did wear, I can't trust my gut -- which makes sense considering I allowed it to convince me that I needed to eat a bunch of artichoke dip before plowing through several slices of pizza, and that may have been a bad decision.
All of which is to say, my gut told me at first that I really liked this dress, and now I don't know if I can believe what it's saying:
I love the detail on the bodice, no question. It's interesting, it's flattering, and it gave the dress a cool extra dimension without resorting to haphazardly ornate flourishes or unpleasant fabric tongues. What has given me pause is how the skirt connects back up to the bust -- part of me thinks it breaks up the nifty effect that bodice has going, and the rest of me thinks, aw, screw it, she looks pretty, and at least it's a trend nobody else went for that night. Not to mention that the fabric isn't white like practically everyone else's gown (AND Mickey Rourke's suit). And finally, I am divided on the necklace. At first blush I thought it was a funky and unusual choice, but the more I stare at this photo, the more it seems to fight with the gown -- and resemble a commemorative mosaic someone's mother
made out of a bunch of broken marbles, which her child shattered during its first and
most hilariously memorable tantrum.
Ergo, my gut is conflicted. Usually that ends in a sandwich somehow, but even a sandwich doesn't help with my immediate problem.
