Gwyneth Paltrow attends The Hollywood Reporter and Jimmy Choo’s Power Stylists Dinner at Sunset Tower in Los Angeles, California.
Miss Goop is just outta fucks to give, isn’t she? We think we kind of admire her for that.
Do we love this? GOD, no. Any garment that inspires the statement “It’s all about her ribcage and her crotch,” (which may or may not have been a thing said out loud at our dawn’s-early-light editorial meeting today) is a garment that calls for some serious denunciation. And when you can tear your eyes away from her ribcage and her crotch, you wind up noting that the color is terrible on her and the proportions are hilarious.
But we can’t fault her for being boring or not taking a risk here. And there is something a little ’70s sci-fi about the look that endears it to us a little. Very “Space 1999” or “Logan’s Run.” She needs feathered hair and a big plastic raygun that looks like a hair dryer to complete the picture.
But no, really. It’s awful. We kind of love her for wearing it, but it’s truly, truly awful.
Emilia Wickstead ‘Charlie’ Turtleneck Bodysuit and ‘Dario’ Highwaisted Flared Pants from the Fall 2016 Collection
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