Let's get this out of the way up front: I have no taste in anything, not music, not movies, not clothes, not slipcovers, not shower curtains. I like what I like and what I like is usually crap. I'm aware of this. Given when I grew up, it was pretty much inevitable; or at least, I would have had to work really hard to fight it. And I don't work hard at anything.
That said, will you please tell me I'm right and the Fug Girls are wrong? Because they are:
They loved this getup; I hate it. The color is that horrible light cyan, good old 0x00FFFF; a color great for highlighting text in a Word document, tolerable for a spring or summer dress, and absolutely terrible for an evening gown. And yet, the color is not the worst of this. No, the worst part of this dress is the way it makes her boobs look--like two oranges in aqua-colored sacks being weighed on individual produce scales, they just sort of hang there, limply.
And then there is that empire waist with that old-lady trim beneath the bust: Vanessa Williams does not need to wear old-lady trim, and she does not need to hide her waist. The woman has a waist, and it is fabulous. Witness:
See? SEE? The Fug Girls didn't like this one, though. They liked the more
"toned down" aqua ensemble. I have my hackles about that "toned down" business. Now there's a phrase that's loaded.
I don't know. I think they got it wrong on this one. Or maybe I don't mean wrong; maybe I mean that all of a sudden the Fug Girls sound very, very white, white like sterility, white like tundra. Not every celebrity needs to follow the Hollywood template of straight light hair, understated gown, boring neutral color, "classic" drape, inoffensive texture. Damn it, we already HAVE Nicole Kidman. One's enough.
Vanessa #1 is Barbie; no more, no less. But Vanessa #2 is fierce. Vanessa #1 is a copy of a copy of a copy of an old mimeograph. Vanessa #2 is the original other people copy.
Am I wrong?