Tilda, darling, I’m looking deep in your golden haloed eyes and I still don’t feel convinced to not run and hide when I lower my eyes and see your dress!
It may be Prada, it may be matched to your shoes buckles, even matches your makeup and seeing you like that makes me think deeply at my grandmother’s bed cover. And that orange star brooch and matching ring, I promise, they look so much like the underbrush, I can’t understand what they’re doing strapped to that lace-number you got there (is there a vegan message they carry?)… Anyway, if you get a word of my troubles in understanding your outfit, let me know what was in your head when putting that outfit together like you did, until then, you’re my worst dressed for the Met Gala.
PS – you know what? next time you do a Red Carpet, please wear one of your Narnia outfits. Or Constantine. You see, I’m a big fan…
(photos via celebutopia)