I think I have a style crush on Marion Cotillard. When she won the Oscar last year, I clearly remember standing in the shower the next morning, washing my hair and thinking to myself, "I REALLY liked her dress." I don't generally do that. Sure, some dresses are memorable -- Nicole Kidman's chartreuse Dior, and the yellow Vera Wang that Michelle Williams wore the year she was nominated for Brokeback Mountain stuck with me -- but usually they go in one eye and out the other, you know? But so far into her Public Enemies press tour, I am loving her wardrobe. Let's investigate, shall we?
Exhibit A:
Pretty! Don't you want to just twirl around all up in this shit? Whoops. Sorry -- I am watching a TiVoed episode of Kathy Griffin: My Life on the D-List and the last six sentences I've written have been accidentally overrun with expletives. You should be pretty damn impressed that I managed to get them all out so far.
Exhibit B:
Exhibit A:
Pretty! Don't you want to just twirl around all up in this shit? Whoops. Sorry -- I am watching a TiVoed episode of Kathy Griffin: My Life on the D-List and the last six sentences I've written have been accidentally overrun with expletives. You should be pretty damn impressed that I managed to get them all out so far.
Exhibit B:
Continue reading Well Played, Marion Cotillard.
