Lea Michele
Let us not pull punches, for my virtual fists demand integrity: I hate this and the underboob it rode in on. This whole ensemble and its styling makes her look wan, and cold, and like she's recovering from broken ribs, possibly before heading to a luau for People With Broken Ribs Who Want To Hula Safely, and then doing a Slather Your Face In Neutral Paste fake-naked beauty shoot. Oil of Olay? Oil of O NAY.
Lea Michele
I don't even hate the stripes in theory, but this looks like some seventh-grader made it at camp.
Lea Michele
In close-up, her makeup isn't THAT bad, but I do feel like the tight, spare, unflattering dress demands some more life in her lips at the very least. I do, however, sincerely hope we're getting a return to the Lea Michele who goes full ANTM on the red carpet. I'm sensing some sass here. A flicker of divatude. The whiff of a jutted hip. There is clear desire to bust a move.
Lea Michele
This is even a classic Tyra Banks pose. Does this mean she's finally feeling better? I hope so. Get back to the theatrics, Lea. Pucker those lips and squint like you're Chad Michael Murray.