Sharon got the memo that we've dubbed this THE SUMMER OF THE CAFTAN, apparently.
Perhaps a bit on the nose for a photo exhibit, but I'll allow it. It's a Friday, after all.
No complaints to be leveled at Ms Moore, who I think looks lovely (although it was hot here in Los Angeles last night, so she may secretly be sweaty).
I know Cindy sells SOMETHING on QVC, and if there's any justice, it should be called Cindy Crawford's Never Age.
For her, I think this is a tremendous hit. I might have some quibbles about -- you know what? No. No quibbles. I am sans quibbles. Carry on, Rashida.
Crystal Reed is, I think, really trying to make Crystal Reed happen. Good for you, Crystal Reed. I just realized that Crystal Reed's name violates my personal edict that, if your surname is a noun, your first name ought not to be an adjective. Think about THAT, Crystal Reed.
Props to the Zim for going for something breezy, given the weather. I wish her purse weren't white, but I also wish I had an ice cream cone right now. We can't have everything.