
I think this is really good on her. The wine color is dreamy, the slit is the perfect height -- sexy, but not gynecological -- and as usual her head is a dream. I also love that the red lip and shoes...

... match the light piping around the dress. She looks sexy and magnificent. And, when I wrote my Glamour post on her I hadn't yet seen her great speech about being single and 45 and not having children, and the ways people react to you and the ways it can twist your reactions to yourself. The whole speech is here, including this awesome line: "Let me tell you, Mike Pence is fucking confused by me right now." Treat yourself.

She started the show with this, and WHAT A LAUNCH IT WAS. She looks like she's afraid of radiation and has coated herself in metallic packing material.

This is a shirt and a top. I repeat: That cascade of fringe that goes almost all the way down to her feet is considered A SHIRT. (Underneath: pants. Backstage: the paper shredder that made it all possibe.)

I LOVE that she found the shirt in her mother's garage, and crafted an homage around it using a McQueen jacket and Siriano socks and pants.

She came out in this coat and just stared at everyone for a bit...

... and then tossed it off to reveal a catsuit. I love you, Tracee, and you are WORKING IT, and I would've kept on the coat.

But in a decision between the catsuit and this, I would keep that catsuit a thousand times over.

"Look, it was a long night. There were gonna be some duds."

When I find myself in times of trouble, TER, she comes to me, bringing joy in pictures; TEAM TRACEEEEEEE.
