I should leave these sorts of observations to the pros at Go Fug Yourself, but I can't help but comment on this photo of Katie Holmes. Is it just me, or is she screaming, "I can't wait until I'm in my 70s so I can officially turn into Joan Collins!"? She just need to lose the tan, and get some shoulder pads and a boa.
I must admit that I've been quite fascinated by our little Mrs. Cruise lately what with her kicky haircut and classic designer duds. Happy to see her not turn into a short-skirted, cleavage-y forgoer of underwear out partying in L.A. She's all carrying $10,000 custom made Birkin bags and wearing Chanel. So classy and chic. Her photos in the latest issue of InStyle magazine are beautiful (although the interview is a tad annoying: "I respect Tom and he respects me. There is no maybe. Blah blah blah.")
So I don't understand this metallic toga she's got going (although I'm sure it cost two month's of Material Girl's salary), and her hair is not so much I'm-not-a-soccer-mom kicky but kinda helmet-y. And she's wearing a boatload of blush. (And you know, no one ever says this, but I don't think she can act her way out of a paper bag.)
We all have a miss here and there (I'm not quite wild about my Gap-meets-Talbot's outfit today and my hair's being weird) and I'm sure Katie will be back to her chic young I-married-Tom-Cruise-self for her next photo op. In the meantime, Ms. Collins should watch her back (or perhaps her closet).
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