
I don't have a designer credit for this, but I'd be shocked if it wasn't Salavador Perez, who custom-makes all her stuff (he styles her for The Mindy Project also). It's a groovy take on Lupita's famous Ralph Lauren cape from the Golden Globes, and it's effective on her, especially the way her hair cascades down the sides that doesn't have the fabric.

Whereas Klum is up to her old tricks. This suggests desperate thinking while doing a walk of shame past a tapestry maker.

This is one of my favorite Jenny Packhams from LAST season's show, and Julianne finally seems to have nailed the hair and makeup. Her recents are, for me, two for two.

That top is catching on her chicken-cutlet bra, right? And the skirt was wrecked by the limo ride. I don't know. The black and baby blue aren't my favorite color combo and the pearls aren't doing anything to modernize it for me. Not one of her best.

But this is SO CUTE. She looks gorgeous. Mae and Nina are only a year apart, and I feel like sometimes Nina forgets she can still do a party silhouette sometimes if she wants.

As revenge for her taking their brethren for her shoes, the birds slowly ate away at Rashida's bodice, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Not bad, McPhee. NOT BAD.

Oh, girl, it's not your Courthouse Wedding Day, and you aren't staging a makeshift reception at the KFC across the street. (But it bears mentioning that she is TREMENDOUS on "UnReal," and basically in everything, so it's the usual case if I Don't Hate Your Soul; I Just Hate Your Pants," if you replace "pants" with "swaddling."

We're in a RAIN drought, Sasha, not a FABRIC drought. No need to conserve there.

Let's just pretend everything below the neck doesn't exist. (Well, other than the baby. We love babies 'round these parts.)

What an awesome color. She looks pretty, and I was JUST thinking the other day that I wish Jemaine and Bret would somehow appear on Last Man On Earth, because I miss the Conchords and I suspect they'd have a lot to say about Phil Miller and the toilet pool.

You know I love her. Deeply. Dearly. But were I her, and believe you me I would jump at that chance, I might've lent this to Anna Faris and gone with something slinky instead.

GREAT shirt, but that top is just shapewear with aspirations above its station. Dream big, I guess, little corset.
