Diane Kruger

Oh. Diane Kruger. I....don't think this was a good idea.

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You know I love you -- as I love all things National Treasure, including Justin Bartha and Jon Voight's veneers -- but this is....not....good. I mean, have you seen you from the side?

September 15, 2009

Well Played, Diane Kruger

Lordy, Diane Kruger is busy. She just got off the Inglourious Basterds carousel (and WHAT is with my pathological inability to hit the 'D' key correctly whenever I type that movie's name? I had to fix it TWICE) and now she's in Venice promoting something called Mr. Nobody. Thank God she probably has people sending her free clothes by the trunkload, because between acting and promoting things and then getting freaky with her maybe-fiance, I don't know when she'd ever have time to go shopping.

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I love this. I kind of want to try it on, except I know how it would go: I would get starry-eyed and excited and then put it on and realize that there's no way in hell I could pull it off without a bra, and then I'd yell at my boobs for a bit, and then apologize to them and take them out to a nice lunch. You know, as one does. But it's all adorable on her and it reminds me that I need to get reincarnated next time as a person with an unlimited wardrobe budget and legs for days. Must put that on my to-do list.

Also... I don't usually like bringing this up, but because I know we'll get a shitload of e-mails about it, because that happens any time we show a photo of a woman who DARES to have any kind of natural flesh folds at all around her armpits, I am compelled to say: THOSE MOTHERF'ERS HAPPEN. To EVERYONE. Or at least everyone who has flesh. FLESH IS NOT A FLAW. Thank you. The end.

Hey guys! Remember when we Unfugged this dress on Diane Kruger?

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Someone else made her own attempt to UnFug it, and then wore it out where we could all see her efforts and therefore judge:
August 19, 2009

Unfug It Up: Diane Kruger

Sometimes, no matter how much I like or dislike a person, I get REALLY sick of writing about them when they're on an unending press junket. Such is currently the case with Diane Kruger. I have nothing against her, particularly, but I am SO READY for her to stop being on the job pimping Inglourious Basterds (and yes, I typed "Basters" again, and yes, that happens EVERY TIME -- including yesterday, when I caught myself, started typing a digression that included a joke about it being a movie about alternative conception methods, deleted said digression because I have already made that joke... and then accidentally left it as "Basters" for half the day anyway).

My point: Diane, you are lovely, but please go home and get some rest for a while so that other starlets can come out to play. I'm fresh out of comments about your cute boyfriend, and I don't have a whole lot to say about your acting chops because my experience with you is limited to Troy and the two National Treasure movies, which have only taught me that you can capably wear a toga and act like Nicolas Cage's hair is something normally found in nature.

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In that vein, my brain can't unscramble itself to form a coherent theory about this dress. All I know is, the sleeves are begging me to make another tired figure-skating joke; it's squishing her boobs weirdly; and the epaulets on the shoulders look like something you'd see in a Calvin and Hobbes cartoon, wherein Hobbes convinces Calvin that stapling aluminum foil to his shoulders will make him impervious to girls, mothers, and sarcasm.

What do you think? Put on your stylist's cap -- it ought to be a fur turban -- and reconceive this outfit, if you DARE. The usual rules apply in the comments: be kind, rewind; sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs bite; beer before liquor, never been sicker. Et cetera.
When this photo was thumbnail-sized, I expected to enlarge it and find out that it was Diane Kruger. But no -- it's her Inglourious Basterds co-star Melanie Laurent.

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You can kind of see why my brain went there, though, right? They're both blonde. Sometimes La Krug enjoys hairdos that evoke a milkmaid skipping through the meadow. And the top half of the dress reminds me of the kind of experiment-gone-wrong that DK undertakes sometimes -- like initially it was supposed to be a much more interesting dress, a veritable festival of sheer fabric erupting in head-cradling confusion, but the designer got bored somewhere around that haphazard, limp neck tie and just threw in a pencil skirt real fast so he/she could go to happy hour.

As for what Diane actually wore, here you go:
August 11, 2009

Fug or Fab: Diane Kruger

We've gotten quite a few emails about Diane Kruger's look at the Inglourious Basterds preemieeerrrre last night:

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I sort of like it, guys. Sure, it mildly recalls a cocktail dress made of sea anemones, but that's also something I suspect I might like, were it presented to us in the course of a seafood-themed challenge on Project Runway (WHICH CAN'T RETURN SOON ENOUGH). But I kind of think it's groovily tactile. Of course I'm also out of coffee. Let's take a look at the back:

August 3, 2009

Infugious Fugterds

This may surprise you, but: I'm not going to type the word "Pacey." Well, except for right there. And, briefly, here: I've decided we need a Diane Kruger piece that does not mention Josh Jackson's real name or Dawson's Creek alter-ego, in part because if he, his mother, his agent, or his lawyer ever reads through our Diane Kruger archive and notes how often we discuss what a hot-ass accessory he is, he might take out a restraining order on us, and THEN how are we supposed to go through his garbage and harvest all his nose-hair trimmings and used Q-Tips? We'll NEVER finish the diorama of our theoretical wedding without them! So, no Pacey. Starting... now.

Fortunately, there are other things to chat about here.

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Like, say, how it appears Diane is trying to honor her absent boyfriend by combining their wardrobes. Or is performing as the Emcee in a dinner-theater version of Cabaret that didn't have the budget for all that white makeup. Or leaving a wedding at which she served as the best man and then lost her tux jacket in a rowdy, dangerous conga line. Or how I am wondering if she's on her way into one of those Prohibition-era restaurants where the tables flip over and suddenly everyone is playing poker illegally and smoking cigars -- until the police arrive, and of course the tables turn over again and the cops are hoodwinked because they don't think to look underneath them, because said cops are the only people in the world who've never read anything or seen any gangster films. Maybe the reason Diane's pants don't seem to fit that well around her midsection is that she's hiding a weapon, a hip flask, and about thirty-five Aces. OR, how with an adjustment here and there to the fit and maybe a ritual torching of her suspenders, she might even pull this off.

See? Plenty to discuss without mentioning That Name. I feel triumphant.
July 29, 2009

Inglourious Basfuggs

The Inglourious Basterds premiere in Germany was just a sight to behold, you guys. I wish we could have been there! For one thing, we could have told Diane Kruger that she looks very pretty:

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And then we could have whispered in the bathroom that we weren't WHOLLY sure about her hair, but LA LA LA LA WHERE'S PACEY? (Accessorizing herself with Josh Jackson was like the smartest thing ol' Krug has done in years, by the way. Well, along with starring in the National Treasure movies, which somehow manage to be WRETCHED and yet also amazing and hilarious at the same time.)

And then we could have yammered about this poor hot man, who was constantly being yelled at:

Okay, Diane. I see where you were going here.

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It's a little black dress, very girly, paired with some cute shoes and your favorite accessory: your legs. (Well, second-favorite; we're pretty sure Pacey is her first choice of adornment with any outfit, and that's as it should be. If Intern George ever quits -- PERISH THE THOUGHT -- Pacey just might have a place here with us.)

Ahem. Where was I? Ah, yes, D.Krugs: I just don't know. The twee tutu-ruffle around her hips looked, at first, like her pockets are inside-out, as if she'd been frisked on her way in and not put back together properly. This led my mind on a long and winding path to the movie Clue, whereupon I decided Diane's look here is one part Yvette, one part Mrs. White (please God, not the part where she offs her gentlemen friends), and one part that moment where Wadsworth says, "The gun is missing. Gentlemen, turn out your pockets. Ladies, empty your purses. Whoever's got the gun... IS THE MURDERER."

All that stuff, of course, is awesome. But as a fashion statement? On a day that's NOT  Halloween, nor a local showing of Clue in which a group of players re-enacts it in front of the screen while the audience interacts Rocky Horror-style and shows up in costume (yes, such a thing DOES exist and I've been, and it rules, and I really regret not arriving in a Mrs. White wig)? I'm not sure.

I would keep all the accessories and start over on the dress -- specifically, lopping off the tutu, and adjusting the sweetheart neckline, which doesn't quite look as though it properly fits. Then, maybe some lipstick that's less of a cousin to that whole baby-pink trend. And I'd for sure adjust her hair, because as it is, the greased-back-but-flowy thing just makes her look like she's trying to approximate a mullet. No no, Diane. One cannot go half-hearted with a mullet. You go big or go home.

What would YOU change, if anything? Discuss it in the comments. The usual rules apply: no in-fighting, no back-biting, no arm-wrestling, no using anyone's face as dust rag, etc. 
This picture amuses me.

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I feel like Pacey is trying so hard to get Kruger to laugh, and she is just NOT LOOKING AT HIM. Over the last several years, I have managed to get weirdly invested in their relationship. Like, a few weeks ago, I read a blind item that implied -- to de-blind it -- Katie Holmes was leaving Tom Cruise and spending a lot of time with her ex-boyfriend, although it was unclear as to whether or not she was involved with said ex in a romantic fashion. (Obviously, all of this is ALLEGEDLY.) Of course, you had to wonder if that ex was Pacey here. And while back in the day, I believe I begged the heavens to let Pacey save Joey from Maverick, NOW I really just want Pacey and Diane to help Katie Holmes deal with her (alleged) problems as concerned friends to her and nothing else. Pacey and Diane are so cute together! I don't want him to leave her to go back to Katie Holmes! That would be terrible! It would ruin the fanfic I'm obviously about two weeks from writing, based on how much I love this next photo:

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