
We begin with an outfit that is the alpha and omega of fuggery. It has so much of everything that even Stefon would be speechless. It's like she's using wrapping paper as a peg leg.

I just... this seriously looks like she urinated satin all over herself. I can't.

What to even say here? I guess last time I might not have commented on the sleeves covering her entire hand, so we could just go with that. The rest is ELLIPSIS.

I have been watching a lot of Baywatch/season 5 90210 reruns lately, and this fits in fairly well. And yet at the same time NO GOD WHY.

This is not the last time you will see Rita Ora here.

Girl, you brought this inclusion upon yourself. Check your pants. Check your shirt. CORRECT IT.

She picked the wrong side of J.Lo to copy. (The naked bodysuit side. NOBODY'S BEST SIDE.)

I hope she swoops into the IOC office and CURSES EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM for saddling this year's athletes with Rio. You have backup sites for the games. USE THEM.

Secretly, the late "Selfie" was actually fairly charming. Those pants, overtly, are not.

I cannot top Jessica's original remark about her leaving the silent yoga retreat to come to this premiere. So I shall not try.

Margot remembered entering the Anthropologie, and she remembered going to the pajama sale rack, but then the entire night became a blur.

Nooooooooooooooooo.

She's CHEERFULLY wacky in this, but... wow. I do credit her team for finding the purse, though. It fits right in here.

She looks like a character on The Sims.

The post-apocalypse era has its musical headliner, y'all.

This is ALSO not the last time you will see Rita Ora.

Strikeout.

She's dating Calvin Harris now. Those two aren't at ALL out for publicity I'm sure.

My insides just started peeling away from my skin and crumpling inward.

NOPE STILL IMPLODING OVER HERE.

I thought she had disappeared? Perhaps her top half is still buffering.

We are through the looking glass here.

Back to reality. Lil' Kim is all ABOUT corsets and coats.

NOTHING about this suits her. January, 'tis the winter of my discontent.

Oktoberfest has gotten SO strange.

This was not universally unpopular, but I have to say, it perplexed the hell out of me. Especially as the main speed bump in a relatively smooth road of recent cuteness.

Once Jess pointed out that this looks like her legs THEMSELVES are spectral, that illusion is all I can see.

Facepalm.

Monse wrought its unique blend of horror upon a trench dress.

This is STILL not the last time you will see Rita Ora.

I would LOVE to see "Big Love" with Rihanna in one of the roles.

I feel like she's in costume as both the subject of and the finished version of an old-time portrait.

This is jabonkers.

There was a big kerfuffle over Nike's ill-designed tennis dress for its female athletes at Wimbledon, which we covered in depth.

We had a LENGTHY discussion in this original post about what the hell he was doing with a gigantic satchel. The comments are well worth a read. Such as, "Why is he meeting with the deal of a liberal arts college in 1998?" Perfect.

The shoes. THE SHOES. Peeps-toes, y'all.

Her shoes also pain me.

And oh my GOD, what are these doing to her. She looks like she has had her feet lengthened.

Dress bad. Shoes WHAT.

His weird sleeves seem AWESOME now after seeing the rest of this slideshow, don't they? Honestly, I maybe just wanted an excuse to put him in here, because he's the greatest.

HANDS ARE NOT PANTS.
