At least she didn't pair it with Scarlett's signature scruffy boots, but I'd take a thousand of those over the flip-flops. It's weird to say of somebody, "I hope this is because her toes are broken," because clearly I do not wish smashed bones on anyone. But a medical reason would be so much more acceptable than her just thinking they look right. There are no beach weddings here, kid.
There was always going to be a Cannes comedown. I knew that. At least this isn't actively BAD, but it's blander than a milk sandwich.
Somehow, Kellie Pickler always looks to me like she's about to walk out on the Price Is Right stage and show someone their fabulous new living room set.
This is pretty, and very If Carrie Bradshaw Were Young Today, right down to the fact that it's distractingly short and also a prime candidate for a motivational poster on the benefits of regular lunges.
Welcome back from maternity leave, Kristen. This is great, and I'm glad you got paid to host this (presumably), but you may want to get back to cracking the whip on whomever is writing the "Veronica Mars" script because if the fans don't like it then you're going to have some seriously crabby investors on your hands.
That mishmash is a mess -- but what REALLY gets me is the bottle-blonde/bottle-bronze hair and face combo, which I haven't seen since the eleven o'clock news.
I like this. The pattern reminds me of those art projects where kids put different colors of sand in jars and watch how they sift together.
But then this looks like she filleted a Doc Marten boot and wrapped it around her waist.
This is appropriately sparkly.
So is this. And no, they're not the same person. I promise.
I neither love it, nor can raise a strenuous objection. Frankly, it feels a little like she forgot there was a thing that night and had to scramble.
That is Lisa Marie's husband, a guitarist and producer (he played on one of my favorite Aimee Mann songs, "Save Me"). And they. Look. Hilarious. I would watch this show. I don't care what they're doing. Cooking, knitting, making craft projects out of macaroni, sitting around watching hockey and playing Candy Crush silently on their phones... I would watch.