Might as well start with this dress's big finish -- not the least because this photo illuminates the pattern on it better than the head-on version. (Don't ask me why most of the press opportunities for this event are, like, on a driveway or -- as you'll see -- in front of a staircase. I feel certain that eventually it will turn out that my soulmate is a photographer and that right now, we are both looking up at the same sky and muttering, "why the eff are these photos so damn dark?" ROMANCE.)
But the truth is that, as far as I can tell, this dress might be kind of fantastic. Honey, call me and let me know how it was in person!
But the cover of night was needed for this other effort. Oh, CHASTAIN. Your head looks adorable, but your chest looks like it got snared in a taco in mourning.