
See, I'm not sure I qualify this as underboob -- it's more just lots and lots of cleavage. But I suppose if we're speaking geometrically, it does appear that half the circumference of her breasts is on display, which means that if we can see the top, we can see the bottom, and that implies at least a hair of underboob.

Not to mention that we're verging on some groin here. I think this outfit is one giant Up Yours to the modesty police. Those rules are bending like a yogi without actually breaking.
These two had a grand old time. It would be so like Timberlake (or at least my imaginary version of him) to decide that he's already won at dance music, so now it's time to come for Sinatra.

Jessica Biel didn't walk the red carpet, apparently -- or at least, as of this writing, there were no pictures of her on there. And that's a shame, because she might actually look GOOD. Girl, you are picking your moments all wrong.
"No, Justin's just drinking coffee." Pause. "HA HA HA HA HA."

At first I wished this were a dress, but dammit if Beyonce isn't working the HELL out of this jumpsuit. And her head looks fantastic. She is as advertised. This would work on almost nobody else in the world, but somehow there is some serious Knowles alchemy at work.

See? Could anyone else wear this and not look absurd? And yet here is Solange, making me love her.

And this is cute TOO. She really made the rounds this weekend, so it's as well that she totally nailed it. There is something divinely retro about this iteration of her hair, too -- like, if I told you Steve Jobs had invented time travel before he died and Solange was the test subject, teleported here from the set of Sesame Street in the '70s, that would seem true.

I wish Solange's face looked better in this photo, because it's the best one I could find of the entire ensemble, which I LOVE. Solange is my hero a little bit right now. It bears repeating that I never imagined we would get to this place.
