Jessica Biel Does Fire and Ice. I’m not loving it.
I don’t know if it’s because it looks Photoshopped to hell and back. Or because of those weird pixelated squares framing her head and body. Perhaps it’s because she looks horrifically bored. Or maybe the fact that on my screen, she looks like she has no separate teeth, they are all one big, white tooth. And even though Jessica Biel is a pretty, pretty girl, nobody looks good with a uni-tooth. I much prefer the orginal photo, of which the Biel shoot is an homage: All right, so maybe the original model also looks to have a uni-tooth, but girlfriend is working it. Images shamelessly stolen from the fabulous here. T-Pain is subtle. Met Ball Fug or Fab: Katy Perry. Considering the very dry theme of the Met Ball, we got a lot more insanity and inanity than I had expected.
Maybe that’s the magic. Maybe a stuffy theme is where the real madness lies, and a really nutty one — like, say, Great Cereals of the 20th Century — would end up being a disappointment, because like three people would show up as Count Chocula and by the time you saw the Cookie Crisp dress or the Fruity Pebbles ensemble, you’d be like, “FINE, I GET IT.” Katy Perry in particular had a little fun with American Woman: Stay Away From Me. On the surface, it’s a flirty white-and-pink gown with dramatic art-deco jewelry. Actually, I don’t care too much for the design of the gown itself — there’s a lot of gathers around the hips and back that aren’t tremendously flattering — but of course, as it turns out, there is a REASON for all that. She has to hold up and hide the battery pack SOMEHOW. And I don’t even think the Met Ball is such an odd choice of venue for something this overtly goofy. Well Played, Katy Perry. FugOut! Harry Potter and the Half-Fug Prince.
Communism fell and all I got was this stupid blister » Manolo for the Big Girl! Fake jeans are ridiculous. Gabourey + fashion = awesome... Oscar Well-Played Carpet: Gabourey Sidibe. We’ve said it before, and since we have no qualms about repeating ourselves on this site, I’ll say it again: I love this woman.
I love how suffused with joy she is. I love that, instead of being a detached actor, she acts as psyched to be at the dog-and-pony show as any of us would be if we were plucked from obscurity, blew the roof off an amazing starring role, and got nominated for everything under the sun. How cool that she’s willing to enjoy herself and admit that this whole thing is drenched in Awesome Sauce. And I love that this dress suits her better than anything I’ve seen her in so far — great color, cool detail, and a simple style that accentuates the right things.