Maybe it's... comfortable? It's otherwise so icky and sloppy to me.
Keep your pajamas in your houses, ladies.
Unspeakably bad. It's not even the beautiful kind of bad, like what came down his runway. It's JUST awful.
She is on a roll. The worst kind of roll. The kind that's stale and chewy and doesn't even make for a satisfying butter-delivery system.
This kid is developing a Richard Lewis-style habit with his hair. He's going to yank it all out from stress. Does he ever seem like he's having that much fun anymore? Do he and Katie Holmes need to have a talk about Where Did All The Joy Go?
Everyone Looks Better In Sunglasses: Bradley Cooper Edition.
She seems totally disconnected, like, "Until this is over, I'm just going to pretend I'm about to learn how to fix cars from an impossibly hot mechanic and then accidentally have sex with him on one of those rolly things they use to get underneath cars."
That coat is dreamy. The shoes are gorgeous. I've decided to trust that whatever's underneath it is great also. Love.
Another beautiful coat. I mean, they'd BETTER be, but still.
I love her short hair. This is a really nice look, if a little lacking in spice on her feet. But it doesn't need spice, really, either. It's functional.
Which one of them is the accessory here, I wonder.
Much of that is beautiful, and then the bottom part of it becomes insane. Gently so, but still. That pleated piece has no idea why it's there, and nobody else does either.
Very cute, but I'm REALLY not into her lipstick choices lately.
Much better. I'll even stomach the lace-up arms, because the rest of it is kind of bad-ass and sexy. Thanks for taking us out with a bang, Barks.