Mmmm. Another batch of delicious Mockingjay red-carpety goodness.
JENNIFER LAWRENCE at the New York premiere
gown by Schiaparelli
For me, this is peak J.Law, and you’ll notice that she’s not wearing Dior. Dior tends to just throw garments at Jennifer without even bothering to consider whether they work with her persona and personal style. Remember that sheer gown from the Catching Fire press tour? Was there ever a gown that made her look more like the “fashion monkey” she proclaims herself to be – you know, a little toy for designers to throw a bunch of fabric onto, then laugh at how ridiculous she looks, and then still rake in the publicity from Jen being the face of their brand? Maybe it’s time for a move to Schiaparelli, a label that’s managing to capture a dark, haunting beauty, without making Jen look like she’s being secretly mocked by her stylist. The sheer top/bra/necklace combo has just a hint of an early-90s Madonna vibe that I adore, and the dark lip accents that perfectly. It’s not so Fashion-with-a-capital-F that it makes her look out of her element, but it’s stylish enough to look like the coolest possible version of Jennifer. Well done.
JENNIFER LAWRENCE at the Los Angeles premiere
gown by Christian Dior
I love the scalloped plunging neckline, and the almost universally-flattering structured seaming, and the crimped faux-bedhead. It’s hard to seem relatable in Dior, but something about the hair and the cool-chick pose and the bracelet accomplishes that lofty goal.
JENNIFER LAWRENCE at the Madrid premiere
gown by Ralph Lauren
Okay, the hair just became a problem. I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt and assume Madrid had a wave of intense humidity, or maybe an infestation of wild birds that attacked J.Law’s head on her way into the theater. I’m thinking her dedication to monochromatic looks is a reminder that this movie is going to be supremely fucking dark and emotionally devastated. (I could not be more excited to see it.) Anyway, I dig the lace, and particularly the way it looks unfinished around the neckline, but I can’t say this dress is really blowing my mind.
JENNIFER LAWRENCE at the Paris photocall
dress and shoes by Christian Dior
Photocalls are the best, because they call for more casual outfits, which in turn allow us to view THOSE BOOTS WHICH ARE JUST DEVASTATINGLY BADASS. I’m not even sure they really go with this dress, but I’m much more certain that I don’t care. The dress is adorable – the extra-long sleeves with the little slit for her thumbs are a great detail – and the boots are amazing, and they’re not so different that I can’t enjoy the look as a whole.
JENNIFER LAWRENCE at the Beijing premiere
gown by Christian Dior
It’s pretty, but that should be a baseline, not a goal. I need a little bit more than just a pretty dress, particularly when the hair and makeup isn’t working with it.
JENNIFER LAWRENCE at the Paris premiere
gown by Christian Dior
I get it. She’s been hopping from city to city for weeks promoting this movie – I completely understand the urge to just phone it in and wear a nightgown. At least hers sort of resembles actual clothing – I wish I could say the same for her co-star Woody Harrelson. (But we’ll get to his red carpet disaster in a minute.)
JENNIFER LAWRENCE at the Madrid photocall
dress by Mugler, shoes by Jimmy Choo
This look almost makes me angry, because it could be absolutely perfect with just a few tweaks. But it looks about a half-size too big, making her entire body look like a rectangle, and it doesn’t hit her body in any of the right places. She actually looks photoshopped into this dress, it’s so poorly fit. And there is no excuse for that shit. Fire someone for this, Jen.
ELIZABETH BANKS at the Los Angeles premiere
gown by Dolce & Gabbana
Elizabeth Banks is all wrapped up like a Christmas present, and I am HERE FOR IT. Still managing to find a way to bring Effie’s glittery aesthetic to the table, even for the somber final film. This fits her like a glove, and she’s positively oozing glamour in it.
ELIZABETH BANKS on The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon
dress by Monique Lhuillier
Take note – this is the perfect talk show dress. Fun and eye-catching without being distracting, and long enough that you don’t accidentally flash the audience any thigh when you take a seat on Jimmy Fallon’s couch.
JENA MALONE at the Los Angeles premiere
gown by Gauri & Nainika, necklace by Irene Neuwirth, purse by Rauwolf
I bow down to the altar of Jena. Her only mistake was choosing a necklace that distracts from the absolute heaven that is this dress. It definitely needed a necklace, but something much more subtle would have let us focus on the architecture of that dramatic skirt, instead of competing with it the way this monster of a necklace does.
JENA MALONE at the New York premiere
dress by Emanuel Ungaro, shoes by Paul Andrew
I’m not even totally sure what I’m looking at – I think her top is held together by seatbelts, grommets, and a prayer – but I know it wouldn’t work on almost anyone else on the planet. Jena is just weird and cool enough to pull it off – but only just. And it’s still a stupid fucking dress – she just manages to eclipse its stupidity with her awesomeness.
JULIANNE MOORE at the New York premiere
dress by Chanel
Looking like a Christmas present, a la Elizabeth Banks, is one thing. Looking like a Christmas TREE is quite another. I don’t know what the fuck is happening here, but I do not approve. I thought ginger extraordinaire Julianne Moore could never find a green look that didn’t agree with her, but alas, sometimes even the Diva is wrong.
NATALIE DORMER at the Los Angeles premiere
gown by Vivienne Westwood
What a sad-looking dress. The gutter-water color combined with the wrinkled draping just makes this dress looks like it was recently run over by a limo. Queen Margaery deserves better.
NATALIE DORMER at the New York premiere
jacket, blouse, skirt, and boots by Roland Mouret
This would have rated an A+ for a photocall, but it’s not quite formal or dramatic enough for a premiere. If the star’s in a ball gown, you better at least be going for a statement-making cocktail dress or a formal jumpsuit. Otherwise you look like the sister/personal assistant of one of the film’s stars, which is probably not what Natalie was going for.
WILLOW SHIELDS at the Los Angeles premiere
gown by Naeem Khan
Way, WAY too much dress for that little girl. But I love her “just try and fuck with me” pose/smirk combo.
LIAM HEMSWORTH at the Madrid photocall
Because red carpet double-standards exist, men often fail at the more casual events, because they veer way too far into casual land, while their co-stars break ankles in five-inch heels. But I will hold up Liam as the ideal look for a daytime event: if you’re wearing sneakers, they better be adorable, and you better be pairing them with black pants and a slick blazer.
LIAM HEMSWORTH at the New York premiere
suit by Dolce & Gabbana
There’s nothing particularly remarkable about this suit, other than the delicious man wearing it.
JOSH HUTCHERSON at the New York premiere
You can yell at him for not wearing a tie, but that doesn’t bother me. At least the shirt is interesting and he doesn’t look like a middle-aged banker.
JOSH HUTCHERSON at the Los Angeles premiere
suit by Z Zegna
This is a shame, because if it were just a little bit less tight and a lot less shiny, it would be a goddamn perfect suit for him. He looks stunning in this color, while most dudes are too afraid to veer from black, gray, and navy in their suits. But as is, this is kind of a problem.
SAM CLAFLIN at the Los Angeles premiere
Brush your goddamn hair.
SAM CLAFLIN at the New York premiere
No, seriously, Finnick, BRUSH YOUR FUCKING HAIR.
WOODY HARRELSON at the Paris premiere
I have never been so offended by pajamas in my entire life. I always resent a man who stands next to a woman who had to spend four hours in hair, makeup, and wardrobe, insisting he’s making a “statement” by not giving any fucks. You can say what you want about the silliness of red carpet expectations – and you’d be absolutely right – but the man is NOT WEARING SHOES. IN PUBLIC. If you’re not about to enter a body of water, THERE IS NO FUCKING EXCUSE FOR THAT SHIT. Go home, Haymitch. You’re drunk.