This continues the apparent theme of Tiny People Being Voluntarily Widened (I understand that designers like to play with volume, but there are ways to do it without taking the express train to Dumpytown, and for me this is not one of them). Also: YOUR PANTS SHOULD NEVER MAKE IT LOOK LIKE YOUR LABIA START UP AT YOUR NAVEL. And if your labia DO start up at your navel, I'm sorry for minimizing your pain, and please, let's all wear some flesh-colored ribbons to raise awareness for Navelabia Syndrome, because for real, the world would need to know that is a thing.
Okay, Biel, you have GOT TO STOP WITH THE LACY PANTS RIGHT NOW. ABORT. HALT. PULL UP, MAV, PULL UP.
And this Jason Wu is ALSO pants. Well, pants and a top that itself has a cape. As a design element, it's less stuffy than the blue thing laid over a straight black skirt. For sure. And when she's working the blue fabric, you realize it IS a really pretty fabric, but I keep thinking that it's really just BETTER as a shirt and pants, for some other party entirely.
ESPECIALLY when she's NOT working the dress, and it just hangs there, looking like the hasty union of several unfinished ideas. And so my attention drifts to how this could have been better, and to the fact that Jessica Pare -- who I think is lovely and the subject of an absurd amount of very personal online vitriol, like, COME ON, she and her teeth and her fictional character have not wronged any of you personally (well maybe a couple of you -- I don't know your lives) -- does not have a face that can carry THIS much makeup. I think it's okay to scale back in the name of looking AWESOMELY crazy and not just crazy-crazy.
... It's unusual. I actually like this execution much better than any of the other ones in this slideshow, which is nice for her given that I heard talk that she was TERRIBLE on the live feed (she was essentially the Giuliana of the evening). Since Karlie Kloss was no better at the MTV Movie Awards, I'm guessing next year they beg Coco Rocha to give it a whirl.
And then this happened. Between her and Pare, there is a surprising Sandy From Grease vibe when you consider that the theme was punk, and beyond the fact that Grease is not relevant to that, the "heartwarming" "moral" that you have to conform to your man's wants and needs in order to keep him is actually not even punk in SPIRIT. Ahem. Anyway, back to my point, which was and still is: This happened.
From the other angle, it's at least... making an attempt. From here, though, I hate the cut of the pants -- I assume it's more of a jumpsuit -- and again find them really unflattering to her body. Her HEAD, however, IS doing an admirable job of trying to carry this. But it just feels like... an idea we've seen before, with average execution that's making me stare at her crotch in an effort to figure out if it even FITS her there. Crotch scrutiny cannot have been on Nina Dobrev's Met Ball wish list.
It's just... not working for me. This girl should be SO EASY to make shine -- just look at her, and again, her HEAD is doing its part majestically -- and yet WHAT.
Am I being too hard on it? I am just not getting an event-specific or generally pleasing vibe off it at all and I LOVE Nina Dobrev and feel like she has the capacity to blow people away all the time (I MEAN)(right?)(she must be missing Donna Karan right about now) and so WHY is this happening to her. I feel like even her face is like, "I know, y'all. Trust me."