Ashley Greene, we are standing at our desks, clapping, and shouting “Brava, darling! BRAVA!”
Ashley Greene out and about in Los Angeles in a DKNY dress.
Because you could’ve just hit the streets in a pair of cutoffs and Uggs or something similarly painful to look at. But you didn’t. You leaped out of bed that morning, threw on that dress, grabbed a cute dog from a passerby, and said, “I’MA MAKE A STATEMENT, TODAY. CHECK ME, WORLD.” You didn’t have to wear a dress, but you went for it anyway. And you look pretty damn chic.
Now, we wouldn’t presume to tell a woman what a woman ought to think, but if a woman’s gotta think, think PINK!
Sorry. Just had to spew that. It’s like a form of Gay Tourettes.
Granted, it’s a near-certainty that you knew you were going to be photographed, but hey, even then a lot of ladystars hit the sidewalk in horribly ugly and unfabulous outfits, so you’re a winner either way, darling. Think pink.