Emma Stone
She's been wearing a lot of black and white lately -- usually, black OR white, but here both. She runs the risk of white washing her out, so I'm glad of the clutch and shoes. It's not a look that's going down in her history books, in EITHER column; it's fine, it's nothing major, it's saved by the extras.
Emma Stone
I almost captioned her here as "Emma Shoes" instead of "Emma Stone." They have gotten into my brain. They wormed their way in, and there they'll stay.
Emma Stone
I'LL TAKE IT.
Parker Posey, Joaquin Phoenix, Emma Stone
Parenthetically, I desperately want to imagine the conversations that ever have taken place between these three. I couldn't even begin to approximate one, and if I tried, it would surely fall far short of the truth. Just LOOK at them. Parker Posey looks like being enfolded in Joaquin's right arm is akin to being drizzled in earthworms. Emma looks like she is trying to wriggle out of it. And Joaquin looks like he's aware of both reactions and feels sort of bad about it but not really because he's too busy trying to plot out the Space Camp sequel he's been yearning for lo these many years.
Parker Posey, Joaquin Phoenix, Emma Stone
"I blow-dried my hair through a sunroof," Parker is saying, because she's realized we can sense that they all want to throw up on each other. Nice try, Parker.