
This is... the worst. I call it Incontinence: The Dress, because among its many sins is the fact that the panel in the middle makes her look as if she's clenching her knees together to avoid a bladder issue.

And them of course, we have the Carr's water crackers, which make a wonderful delivery mechanism for a slab of cheese.

Well this is some SERIOUS Cannes Madness right here. I think.. I wish it were strapless. And maybe not such a queasy hue.

But, you know, I can never resist a stairs picture.

This beaded gunmetal gown is gorgeous, but of course boringly styled. OF COURSE.

Pretty, but also total potholder boobs. As in, someone has crept up behind her and clamped oven-mitt-clad hands over her for modesty.

The sheer trend should have started and ended with her, because that is exactly as desperate as I think she is now for attention. And yet EVEN SHE is not nearly as sheer as some people who are a thousand times more famous. It's maddening. Ritz crackers are the shit.

I think maybe this is one dress you do NOT want to work in this manner. It's way less compelling than if you just think the skirt is all a unified piece.

Bracelet, Andie! Or a statement necklace. Pick your pleasure.

Naked but sort of nifty.

Lather, rinse, repeat. Beige, sheer, sparkly.

Hi, gramps! I mean that affectionately.

Why so angry? The suit actually feels appropriately continental on her.

Simple but beautiful.

I love this dress. It also looks kind of like one of those 'complete the circuit' puzzles where you have to rotate the pieces to light up everything. I kind of like those, because I'm that flavor of nerd. So I approve.
