Yes we Cannes!…Lame, I know
AllyG: Man, I am so tempted to do a fashion blog on the Nova Scotia Leaders’ Debate. Alas, I care about our readers too much.
On to much more exciting matters. Let’s chat about the 2009 Cannes Film Festival. Pour yourself a glass of Little James’ Basket Press (you can buy it at Cristall and Luckett’s at Sunnyside Mall in Bedford. Tell them I sent you. They miss me) and join us in perusing the hits and misses thus far at the Fest.
Now, I love me some Red Carpet blog, but I totally disagree with the assessment of Ms. Swank’s outfit:
Let me tell you, I stared at this photo for a long time trying to figure out why I hate it. I showed le husband who summed it up quite nicely:
“She looks like a poorly frosted cake”
See why I married him? Let’s show him more photos.
I’m not quite sure what event Ms. Shannon James is attending at Cannes, but I feel as though she is underdressed. She’s at CANNES not the Blockbuster Movie Awards. Hubby did not seem as concerned about the lack of effort put into her outfit. He looked at the photo, squinted a bit and asked, “Why is her armpitty so pronounced?”.
This is my favorite shot thus far from Cannes:
Granted, this was taken at the airport when MC2 was arriving, but still, you’re arriving at CANNES. You’re MARIAH CAREY (I think that still means something). DRESS THE PART. This dress is something straight out of my closet. My maternity closet. No shape. No style. No accessories. The best though, seriously, the best is the shoes.
As for my husband’s opinion?
“Holy F****** S***”
Well put. L-A? Who did it well?
L-A: I’ve got to say, that all three are misses for me. Hillary Swank wins out of these three, but really, that’s not saying much. Red Carpet claims that she is the epitome of grace, beauty, class and elegance. I say, “really?” Grace and elegance does not step on the train of her dress for photographs. I step on the train of my dress (should it have a train). Frankly, I don’t get the big deal with Hillary Swank.
Note from AllyG: While in the midst of updating this post, my dear co-blogger was so traumatized by the Mariah Carey arrival outfit that she literally made herself sick. L-A will return to normal blogging as soon as she burns this image from her retinas. Send your love her way.