Showing posts with label kirsten dunst. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kirsten dunst. Show all posts

Sunday, July 22, 2007

How to look Like Someone You Would Avoid on the Bus

I had saved the above picture awhile ago, not just because the model looked like she should be raving on a street corner with track marks on her arms, but because the top (probably Chloe or something) was the ultimate in blousy, sacky, unflattering fug. (In fact, it looks a lot like the "dress" in the post below.) I especially like how it shows off her bony, concave sternum- it's like looking at the underside of a sting ray! Anyway, then the same top showed up again, on a real, live (though rather dead looking) human being.

I've already criticized Kirsten Dunst for wearing floppy gray things and going (unsuccessfully) braless, but I would have hoped she would avoid the whole "meth addict chic" aura that surrounds this charming ad campaign. However, I was wrong. She totally went with that, and raised me a jean jacket. My goodness, are these images horrifying. Not unlike the idea that actual money- several hundreds, I imagine- of actual dollars, was spent on this top, soon after someone actually selected it as a good thing to buy, and eventually- the worst crime of all, perhaps- putting it on their person.


Tuesday, April 24, 2007

I Liked It: A Rare Occurrence Concerning Kirsten Dunst

I am not, generally, a fan of Kirsten Dunst: she seems to specialize in the sacky, bland kind of Urban Outfitters-esque look that so many "hip" young ladies seem to strive for today, and the fact that she is (supposedly) set to play Debbie Harry (a personal fashion icon) makes me nauseated. Debbie Harry really specialized in the flashy and fierce, whereas Kirsten Dunst specializes in wearing gray t-shirts and jumping around in her underwear and not wearing a bra. Actually, I know the real reason I hate Kirsten Dunst, and it's because I read an interview with her in Seventeen magazine when she was like fifteen, and she asserted that all her friends called her "Kiki" and if that doesn't make you hate someone when you are fourteen than nothing will.

But, the point is, Go Fug Yourself hated on this look of Kiki's at the Oscars, but I have to admit, I love it. I love the tiny little collar, the red lipstick, the bangs, the marabou trim, the fact that she looks like a cross between a schoolgirl and a 1930's vamp. If this dress were in any other color, I agree, it would be a tad too much. But in the silvery gray, I think it looks totally unique and lovely. It's fun, playful, and a little strange without being obnoxious. And I'd much rather see this than the glittering sack I'm sure was her second choice.