Once upon a time, before the nanny, before the tears, before the homewrecking and the hell, I was a little bit in love with Sienna Miller. Pure gorgessity in Alfie, natural and light and definitely skank-free, Sienna was the "it"… Sienna would be a star.
Without a doubt, the catalyst for her emotional unraveling was quite obviously the cheat but if you ask me, the catalyst for her subsequent style suckage has got to be the haircut. Since then, it just hasn"t been the same. Have a look for yourself, marked Exhibit A - stunning, non?
By contrast the other day at the Met, with extensions that leave much to be desired, an in between length with the unmistakable air of Simpson trash, and that dress… I don"t care if it"s Balenciaga, it"s frickin" cheese, though I do love the dash of class she adds to it while draggin" desperately on her fag.
As for Jude… I guess it"s an "ON" week, chaperoned by mum but ON nonetheless and is it just me or do you find that little squiggle on his forehead the most curious thing?
Zoom in y"all…it"s actually quite fantastic up close, the kind of "on purpose but by accident" touch only the most accomplished of dandy pants can pull off, and a wonderful illustration of the big head/small body thing
I talked about last week, although to be fair, when you see it in person, it really is rather pretty.