
It's not that I mind a wacky pant. I just don't think this is a GOOD wacky pant. In fact, it looks like a very uncomfortable wacky pant. It's maybe more of a cracky pant.

This is good, though, right? SHE certainly seems a lot happier about it, although she's also waving to an adoring crowd rather than posing for a photographer, so maybe it's easier to get excited.

This is... so bad. Sheer on top and, what, a loincloth hanging from a belt? Game of NOES.

From what I can tell, this is cute. She seems extremely self-possessed for a teenager who's come into the spotlight while working on a super violent show on which she might die at any moment.

I have no idea what this is, but it made me laugh.

I don't know if those are the shoes I'd have chosen, but I like the dress. Two out of three ain't bad, in the words of the almighty bard Meat Loaf. (Although the outfit in the T-shirt photo could be totally cute, for all I know.)

I would love to stop making KFC jokes. But in order to do that, people need to stop invoking the Colonel.

Sad, droopy hip bow. // Silken tumor kills the mood. // Boo boo boo boo boo.

Matching her dress to her hair color washes her out too much, I think. I basically just want Gwen Christie in giant capes at all times.

Better, but still not worthy.

I fear whatever that little cartoon is trying to make me do.
