All right, you guys, let’s do this. Quick n’ dirty-style.
Time to make the well-heeled cry a little. Someone has to do it.
Interestingly, that ’60s sex kitten thing really doesn’t suit her. She’s more of a ’70s wind-blown California blonde in the Charlie’s Angels mode.
And MAN, do those shoes not go.
SERVING MID-CENTURY VOGUE COVER REALNESS.
Mmm…. no. The hair’s awful and the dress does nothing for her except make her look blocky.
Okay, why does everyone look so pissed? Were the photographers making lewd finger gestures?
She’s serving up Megan Draper realness.
That is one tricky-as-hell gown and one tricky-as-hell color. Kudos to her for making the attempt.
It’s going to be really hard for us to accept peach back into our lives, but we have to admit, she looks absolutely amazing.
Not pictured: Their 17 grandchildren and 41 great-grandchildren, who came out to watch them pick up the award for Best Accessories Designer.
Cute enough, but like Blake Lively, she looks a tad underdressed.
Low-level Cher, which is not a bad thing. We never get this nitpicky, but we wish she’d sported some pop of color in her pedicure, even if it’s gray or oxblood.
Everyone’s trying so hard to out-chic each other. It looks exhausting.
Sorry, Jaime. This is awful.
We will never not bow down to Iman and her never-dying ability to work a garment, but this is … not a good dress.
Fun, but it feels like the look is missing something. Showier jewelry? A strong lip?
Why did you…?
Honey, we need to talk. SOON.
Another bit of low-level Cher – this time, on someone who can really make that look sing. Sorry, Olivia Wilde, but you just got outclassed.
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