We will never understand what kind of dark spell that Rodarte team manages to weave over stylists and lady celebs. We don’t know how many times we have to say it, but this kind of … thing doesn’t work on a red carpet setting. There was a time we assumed Rodarte was “editorial,” and that explained its relative popularity until a very high ranking fashion editor once confided in us “I just don’t … get Rodarte.”*
This is so blatantly awful, so clearly not meant to be worn as clothing by a human being (Because it’s obviously a bathroom decoration, right?), that we’re forced to conclude witchcraft was involved in getting us to this moment.
Miss Naomie, we’re sorry girl, but got seriously Rodarte’d here. To the extent that you may want to see a doctor or specialist. Maybe even a priest. We’re just saying. You’re standing in public wearing a toilet cozy, lady. And you look so proud. Is it so out of line for us, as professional red carpet-talking people, to suggest that Satan has had a hand in your style choices? We say no, as all reasonable and right-minded people would. Go home and douse yourself in holy water, burn some sage, and SEND THIS DRESS BACK TO THE DEPTHS OF HELL.
Figuratively speaking, of course.
*To which we quite inappropriately blurted out “FUCKING THANK YOU!”
Rodarte Amber Hand Embroidered Honeycomb Dress with a Heart Detail on the Bodice from the Fall 2016 Collection
[Photo Credit: Photoshot/PacificCoastNews]
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