
She looks like a bombed society matron at a gala for a charity she doesn't fully understand.

Also, of course Jeremy Scott is shirtless. I assume we will find out his pectorals have a near-fatal allergy to fabric.

I just wanted to get a close-up in here of the hair, which looks EXPANSIVELY fake, but in a way I kind of appreciate. It's unapologetic about its helmetude.

I assume she's wearing this because later she stood against a giant wheel while a man in satin chaps threw knives at her.

Well, I like this better than most Moschino, at least. What a warm endorsement.

The thing is, I don't even like wearing logos for actual brands. I don't want to wear clothes that pretend to be OTHER logos while actually being Moschino logos. It's just so much logo. Logo logo logo. That word just became meaningless to me.

She looks like the rookie stripper at some new Old West club being workshopped by, say, Hugh Hefner.

And then Dita showed up in something classy -- if perhaps washing her out -- and makes me want to applaud her for having the sense to know that wearing a giant Moschino joke made out of McDonald's wrappers or whatever is not her brand. Stick to your guns, milady.
