
Sometimes, what puts me off Eva Mendes is that 8 times out of 10, her facial expression says, "What? Why aren't you genuflecting? I'm EVA FREAKING MENDES."

This, I hate. How's that for blunt? But I don't have that much patience for ragged hems -- cut to me, six months from now, tearing all my clothes so that they do that -- and I REALLY think the entire look is haphazard. The skirt is caught up strangely behind the belt, and that HEINOUS ruffle on her boobs is like something from a deeply cheap aquarium.

I mean, come on, did it even want to be there, or was it stapled to her chest under duress? I also hate how the skirt fabric hangs, and to top it all off, it also manages to be BORING. How, I do not know.
But here is where my vitriol wears off a little...

This is a bit more like it. It's simple, but if you're convinced I should be looking at you, I'm a lot more inclined to do it in something as flattering as this.
AND THEN.

Girl, if you are willing to wear this for a skit with Jimmy Fallon wherein you hold up a giant key and (presumably) pretend to wind him up, well, I am IN.

DOUBLE IN. Man, I'm so in that I'm almost back out again.
