This is a whirlwind of naked. She's not even wearing a dress; she's just wearing scrolls and a belly button and maybe some feelings. I think she is wearing queasiness with a bow on it.
You thought I was kidding about the bow. ASHANTI. GET OUT OF THE TULLE SHED.
I enjoy the top of this -- it's dramatic -- but it's WAY too short on her to be flattering. And of course there's an arrow pointing to her crotch, because every busy dress apparently sees the need to have carnal GPS.
And now Toni Braxton wants us all to spend time wondering if we can see her nethers. Toni, if you want us to see your nethers, just DO IT ALREADY. Otherwise let's cut the pretense and wear something real.
This is hideous. It's an eveningwear bathing suit.
I officially need fewer Braxtons in my life. And fewer loincloths.
She is a delight. I appreciate how much she puts into performing without having to, like, wear rubber or dance with giant teddy bears or lip sync.
I might miss her a little bit. Don't we feel like she could be hilarious on a Marc Cherry show, or something? Where she can camp out, on several levels? And then maybe have a stylist on-set who encourages her to wear dresses that aren't sheer?
The matching tea towels are a quaint touch.