
Seriously, I feel like that thing is the color of the meat that Subway throws away (hopefully) every night. Or the color of a lady after Micky Cullenz and his doppelganger up there finish draining her veins.

And, as if the design weren't uninspired enough, that fit is hellacious on her. I would expect this sort of behavior if she were in the neon claws of an American Idol stylist, but not at an actual professional awards ceremony.

This is mildly better, although her companions have now switched into what I imagine The Outsiders would look like if costumed by Scott Disick.

THIS, though, I like. It's whimsical, colorful, unusual, and it fits; if she'd shot that skirt to the floor and worn it on the red carpet, we might not have been having ANY conversation at ALL about her undead brethren. Sigh. What might have been, Kimberly...
