Auli'i Cravalho in Prabal Gurung
This would be kooky even without the pants, but it would at least feel one fluffy perm and white pair of heels away from 1984, and at least that's a direction. I do not know why those pants are here. And actually that material is beautiful. Imagine an actual whole dress in it.
Rowan Blanchard in Rodarte
This has real retro Padding Around My Mansion With a Martini and a Cigarette, Waiting For The Pool Boy energy. I feel like it's see-through in ways it may not have intended to be. Except for the shoes. Those shoes know what they're doing. And they should be sad about it.
Maya Rudolph in Christopher John Rogers
I guess I do not understand tailoring anymore. Or, maybe this designer doesn't, either, and that's why they didn't do any. At least, as sacks go, it's cheerful.
Liv Hewson
Is it weird that I miss their cane? I'm glad they're healing and don't need one anymore, but a cane would give this some much-needed zest. This has a real shapeless Office Christmas Brunch feeling. EVERYTHING is shapeless, I guess. Maybe I should re-evaluate Auli'i's for at least having contours.
Teala Dunn
This dress is forgettable, but I will always remember how much shimmer lotion she has used.
Isabella Ferreira
This is practically camouflage.
Addie Weyrich
THE PATTERN IS NECK HOLES. Seriously, she posed like this in every photo, to make sure we could tell this shirt is a potential three-headed monster. She is going to be SO SORE tomorrow. I truly wish she'd gone ahead and sculpted two others and glued them to her arms.