You’d think a fashion awards show would be peak red carpet, featuring better and more daring lewks than your average awards show.
Every con has its pros. And every pro has a bedazzled pantsuit.
Our long national nightmare is over* – THE DIVA RETURNS!
*JK, Trump is still president.
Cannes premieres aren’t over until we’ve had our say.
Welcome to the SAG Awards, divas! I swear, they’re more glamorous than the name implies.
And we’re back.
Don’t cry because it’s (almost) over. Smile because you won’t have to keep getting annoyed every time you realize that this movie has both a colon AND a dash in its title, which is just completely bananas.
Happy hungover Sunday! Let’s stare bleary-eyed at pretty things.
I mean, you knew this post was coming, right?
Let’s finish this shit, dear readers.