
I find something very endearing about Becks in a matchy-matchy sweatsuit.

EVERYONE's in sweats this week. I keep imagining Chris Martin wrapping this scarf around his neck and squawking, "I MUST PROTECT MY INSTRUMENT."

I promised!

This is actually quite elegant. Sometimes I feel like the only person in the world who cannot get through a flight without spilling something all over myself.

Yes, that jacket is covered in tapestry felines.

It appears that Clive Owen, like myself, is a devoted aficionado of navy blue.

I want to just note, for the record, that I think this half-bun look very rarely is successful on anyone's head.

SOMEONE looks awfully jaunty. (He was coming back from a trip with Katy Perry, which must have gone well.)

There were ODLES of snaps of Cuba taking selfies with fans. Apparently, playing OJ has upped his Q points.

I will never recognize her. EVER. Although here, I suspect that's the point.

For a brief moment, I thought she was wearing black bloomers and black knee socks, and I am SO SAD I was wrong.

John Mayer: Overpacker.

They are newly engaged and she really waved her hand around to make sure everyone got a good shot. CONGRATS, MARIA. Are you happy now?!

I seriously do think there was some kind of memo about sweats, though. I wish someone had told me.
