This is terribly romantic and young. It feels a bit Keira Knightley to me, no?
I actually love this. It's extremely "I just threw this fabulous coat over my fabulous gown and ran out because my priceless English country home caught on fire after my evil fascist-sympathizing arranged-marriage husband fell asleep smoking a cigarillo and then conveniently died of smoke inhalation, opening the door for me to marry the handsome chauffeur I've always loved...except what will society think?"
I feel like this is what you wear when YOU'RE the one smoking the cigarillo. With a holder, obviously. And a martini in the other hand.
This is for when Kate knocks her head on the coffee table and wakes up and decides that what the royal family is really missing is MORE NIPPLES.
I want this coat. It's insane, but I love an insane coat. I want all the insane coats the English are trying to give me this season. Bring on the insane coats.
This is PRETTY. This also feels a little Keira Knightley. Or a little Emma Watson? Or a little Emma Stone. Or a little Emma....I ran out of Emmas.
It's better short, right?
This is lovely, but seems to be missing something? I'm not sure.
I like this conceptually, but I don't think anyone can really pull it off in the real world. I mean, if Helena Bonham Carter decides to dial back about 40% of her crazy, maybe?
I long to see this on a redhead.
I wish we could see this without the coat. Although I like the coat. Coats! My soul is so ready for coats season, which, by the way, is UPON US.
This is also charmingly colorful and fun. I wish someone would wear it to the Emmys. It would be a kind of bold choice, so I'm not holding my breath.
PRETTY. Kate, put this one on your list. It's VERY girly, but sometimes girly is what is required.
This is for when Girly Yet Slightly Unhinged is required.
For when SWINTON demands PINK.
I adore this, though. Someone will wear this. Anna Kendrick was at this show, and she would actually look swell in it. Make a note, Anna.
This is a little Over the Top in a way I'd like to see in a field of wildflowers in a very expensive and glossy magazine, worn by a model who looks miserable.