I just... I feel like most of this wants to be your rich aunt's wine caftan -- she doesn't do cardigans -- but then somewhere around her crotch the strains of "Kokomo" start to play, and suddenly it's a cruise ship. I don't know why she wanted her vulva to look like it was vomiting curtains. I really don't. Vulvomit is not my thing.
Wow. It's like someone waxed the sparkles right off her hip.
It is EVEN MORE unspeakable from the side, because up close here you realize that the rest of the gown is made from a really attractive fabric, which was sullied when someone filled in the gaps with clearance-rack hosiery.
I'm not really into the minimalist satin extend-o-cami style of dress, but this looks perfectly fine on her.
He looks like he's in disguise.
And then this happened, which pretty much blows everything else out of the water.
YES. I think my favorite part of this is Coco Rocha and her husband standing there gazing up at her and ALSO apparently thinking, "YES."