Oh, Helena, I've missed seeing you on the red carpet.
So last week, I lost a fashion poll to our intern, Zodidi. (I know! I can't believe I lost!) She's still scoffing about it. And I still think Beyonce's gown was gorgeous. But, as our readers voted, I'm a little sick in the head. I'm blaming it in on PMS. And I'm guessing that was just the beginning of a minor delusional breakdown. Why, you ask?
Because, OMG I LOVE THIS.
Okay, so it’s a hot mess of wacky outrageousness and befuddling zaniness. It's like Helena Bonham Carter jumped straight off the Harry Potter screen as Bellatrix Lestrange, stole a bit of Jack Sparrow's pirate-ey madness, tore it up, mashed it together, threw in some tulle, then stood in front of the mirror nodding her head and proudly announced, "Yes, this is what I shall wear for my red carpet return".
And she did!
My colleague Meagan (who, for the record, is the one adding this sentence in) thinks her outfit is awful and ridonkulous, and can’t believe that I feel different.
Perhaps I'm just really glad – and biased because I like her (Meagan typed that) - to see Helena in the public eye again. Unlike all the other celebs who dress like, you know, normal people, this woman is the one bright, slightly catastrophic, perpetually quirky star in a sky of dreariness.
And I am welcoming her back, baby!
So last week, I lost a fashion poll to our intern, Zodidi. (I know! I can't believe I lost!) She's still scoffing about it. And I still think Beyonce's gown was gorgeous. But, as our readers voted, I'm a little sick in the head. I'm blaming it in on PMS. And I'm guessing that was just the beginning of a minor delusional breakdown. Why, you ask?
Because, OMG I LOVE THIS.
Okay, so it’s a hot mess of wacky outrageousness and befuddling zaniness. It's like Helena Bonham Carter jumped straight off the Harry Potter screen as Bellatrix Lestrange, stole a bit of Jack Sparrow's pirate-ey madness, tore it up, mashed it together, threw in some tulle, then stood in front of the mirror nodding her head and proudly announced, "Yes, this is what I shall wear for my red carpet return".
And she did!
My colleague Meagan (who, for the record, is the one adding this sentence in) thinks her outfit is awful and ridonkulous, and can’t believe that I feel different.
Perhaps I'm just really glad – and biased because I like her (Meagan typed that) - to see Helena in the public eye again. Unlike all the other celebs who dress like, you know, normal people, this woman is the one bright, slightly catastrophic, perpetually quirky star in a sky of dreariness.
So last week, I lost a fashion poll to our intern, Zodidi. (I know! I can't believe I lost!) She's still scoffing about it. And I still think Beyonce's gown was gorgeous. But, as our readers voted, I'm a little sick in the head. I'm blaming it in on PMS. And I'm guessing that was just the beginning of a minor delusional breakdown. Why, you ask?
Because, OMG I LOVE THIS.
Okay, so it’s a hot mess of wacky outrageousness and befuddling zaniness. It's like Helena Bonham Carter jumped straight off the Harry Potter screen as Bellatrix Lestrange, stole a bit of Jack Sparrow's pirate-ey madness, tore it up, mashed it together, threw in some tulle, then stood in front of the mirror nodding her head and proudly announced, "Yes, this is what I shall wear for my red carpet return".
And she did!
My colleague Meagan (who, for the record, is the one adding this sentence in) thinks her outfit is awful and ridonkulous, and can’t believe that I feel different.
Perhaps I'm just really glad – and biased because I like her (Meagan typed that) - to see Helena in the public eye again. Unlike all the other celebs who dress like, you know, normal people, this woman is the one bright, slightly catastrophic, perpetually quirky star in a sky of dreariness.
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