She’s normally flawless on style choices, particularly because she takes risks.

So this is Diane Kruger last night at the Hollywood premiere of Inglourious Basterds going for broke.

As you can see, you can see her ass crack.

It’s a dress that’s probably worth, at least, several thousand dollars. And you can see her ass crack. And she knows you can see her ass crack. It’s not like this was unintentional. It’s fully intentional, the ass crack.

Hit or miss?

I don’t mind the ass crack as much as I mind the heaviness of it all. It’s August. It’s warm. And she chose to wear the remains of an industrialised animal. When I think of cloned cats, this is how I imagine they’ll end up one day. Purple cloned cats purchased by parents for spoiled precocious children. Or old ladies wanting to preserve their companions crossed with Hello Kitty.

I digress.

The point is Diane’s dress feels like an awful burden. She seems like she’s buckling under its weight. And then of course the ass crack sends her over the edge.



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