That’ll be the day
I have been cracking up all day! Katie Holmes looks like Linda Ronstadt with this hair and make-up. (Sing it with me: That’ll be the day, when Tom makes her cry. That’ll be the day, when he says good-bye.) Is she *trying* to look ten years older? Or like a throwback from 1977?
And what of her baggy, roll-up-your-jeans-like-it’s-1988 look? How did Miss Couture fall so low? And, given her hands in her sleeves posture, she doesn’t look very confident about this look. Posh’d tell her to dump these jeans and cardigan ASAP.
PS The shoes are awesome. Reserving final judgement on the black hose, though.
Tease
Maggie Gyllenhaal, oh how you tease us. You usually show up braless in some quirky caftan outfit from 1942. Then you come to the Dark Knight premiere looking fab-u-lous, and we think there is hope. Our heart swells with the promise of brighter days.
Only to have out heart sink once again. What is this? From the velvet Glad bag couture line? With a matching Zsa Zsa Gabor head turban and a chest rosette? Why, Lord, why? Why does she tease us so? Why are do we allow our hopes to rise, only to be dashed again?
Ice capades
Given that I don’t read look at Playboy (and given I don’t live in the UK), I’m not very familiar with Katie Price (also known as Jordan). So imagine my disbelief when I saw this photo today.
She isn’t in the ice capades. She isn’t competing in the Miss anything contest. She isn’t a Vegas showgirl. She is in a flipping BORDERS store.
I drag myself into to a Borders wearing track pants and a t-shirt. I’m lucky if they are clean and relatively un-wrinkled. I definitely don’t weary a feather shrug, sequined stirrup-sleeves, and leggings emblazoned with a crotch medallion. Oh, yeah, and don’t forget the tiara.
