
This totally disproves the lyric, "It's what you wear from ear to ear, and not from head to toe... that maaaa-aaa-aaa-tters...."

Sorry, Little Orphans Pepper and Molly and Company. Your smile theory is nice, but we are not disembodied heads. Our toes deserve good treatment also. Anyone walking around smiling in these suckers is going to have people wondering whether her bathtub gin is 200 proof.
Also, YEOW, what happened to her leg? Guess shimmying down the drainpipe in search of Daddy Warbucks' house is grueling work.

I... really hate these. If only she'd been wearing jeans, or black pants, or ANYTHING other than what looks like something she bought at an Italian street market from some vendor that told her they're based on Michelangelo's early draft of the Sistene Chapel ceiling -- you know, the one he sketched during his stork fetish.

This, I might actually not mind. Maybe I even like it. Am I crazy? Or have the Pants of Shame cleansed everything that comes after them?

I can't decide which color it is -- here, it all looks white and silver, and in the other, there's a bluish tinge -- but the open back is a sexy touch without screaming for attention (like that white lace-up thing Gwyneth wore to the Country Strong premiere, which was basically like one giant high-top sneaker). I might actually REALLY like this, then.

Is it just me, or does Vanessa look like Rachael Ray in this photo?
Seriously, though, that's not a good dress. It does nothing for her, and it looks kind of cheap, like a costume nightie someone made for a show that still shoots in grainy standard definition.

I mean, right? Look at the lumpy seams down the side. That can't be art; it's just bad tailoring. Sometimes I think it's not a stylist these people need -- it's a decent seamstress.
