
I love this picture. Her dress is fabulous, her hair appears totally unruffled by the trip across the Venetian canals or wherever, and her demeanor is all, "SIGH, it's so HARD being this fabulous all the time," whereas HIS demeanor bespeaks a slightly more college-boy interpretation of that sentence.

But seriously, look at her. She's cool as a cucumber. I can't even get too mad at the clunky shoes, given that she IS puttering around by foot and boat a lot of the time. The best part is the ring hand, too, dangling itself there lazily, all, "Oh, what, this old thing? He modeled it after a cube that popped out of our ice machine one day."

Also fabulous. It's so good, I barely even noticed that F-HP's shirt looks like a murderous emu.

The thing is, I would be ENVIOUS, but her wardrobe budget could probably pay my mortgage for two years. I'd rather have a house and shop at the mall.

This... is a thud for me. The dribble of sparkles seems random, accidental, like even the cobwebs in her house are opulent. The rest seems to be relying on the va-va-voom factor to save it, except in my opinion they're veering into Christina Hendricks shoved-and-squished territory. Not QUITE there -- Hendricks could still stand to get out an old-school notebook and Bic and jot down a few things -- but we're encroaching.

The hair doesn't wow me either. But I do like his natty tux.

I just threw this in because it cracks me up. I have zero inside knowledge on how well he grows his own lettuce; I just love the idea that she's grabbing at it, all, "It feels so REAL! Will it come out of I pull THIS hard?!" It's the "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter" of paparazzi pictures.

Zahara Jolie-Pitt, you have been served.
