
I don't even care what this dress actually looks like; this photo is amazing. It feels like a Big Finish but I couldn't withhold it that long.

Calf plumage is so hot for fall.

This lady stole her boyfriend's guardsman busby for her walk of shame, and is about to get him fired.

Whereas this one just forgot to wax her thighs.

I want to turn those pants into a skirt, and then... make a totally different outfit.

She can't wear this to Buffalo Wild Wings anymore because the entire bar used pieces of her fringe to floss their teeth.

This is a mint chocolate chip sundae. Or maybe that was what I ate for dessert. Who can say.

I kind of love the orange gown in the background there; the one in front is so shapeless and dreary by comparison.

Clearly this dress began life somewhere with a hosepipe ban, irretrievably crippling its garden growth.

That bodice is so unflattering, but when either of the Emmas -- Stone or Watson -- wears this, I will probably think it's charming, because that's how they work.

This looks like a woman in a four-year old child's dress. Amal Alamuddin, BACK AWAY. We know how you feel about this label and its micro-hemlines. RESIST.

I might love this, though. On a woman drinking Champagne on a fabulous hotel balcony in France, while ignoring all the sleaze balls who are trying to take her home, because she is way too busy being professionally and personally fabulous for those losers.

Sigh.

This woman looks a little bit groovy, though.

Don't shrink your clothes, y'all.

WAY overcomplicated, but not the worst of it.

Diane Kruger, anyone?

I just wish the middle bit didn't look so much like a diaper.

NO AMAL STOP DON'T.

I like this, sort of, but the color combination is REALLY cacophonous.

I shouldn't like this, and practically speaking I don't really, but I am enjoying it in this context.

Some of these patterns felt quite Chanel to me.

For a moment I thought those earrings were a giant collar, and it was almost delicious.

WHEREFORE ART THOU, SWINTON?

Hooray. Another one of these. Just what the world needed O PRAISE BE.

Meh. But my backstory on this one is that she crashed her ex-boyfriend's wedding during the bouquet toss and marched STRAIGHT through it and then punched the cake on her way out.
