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But holy shit, what is this mess?
I'm not sure who to yell at more: Anna Wintour, for thinking she could leave the house looking like that, or Chanel for lowering their artistic standards so heinously. This dress is hideous; it looks like the heavy drapes my grandmother hung over her bay window, and if Scarlett O'Hara can't make it in drapes, then you can't either, sweetheart.
Where are her feet?! And that heavy jacket really weighs her down (girl, you're petite; how do you not know what lengths to avoid?! They teach us this shit in school, and you preach it in Vogue month after month!).
Perhaps you should take a page from Miranda Priestley's book and not, I don't know, look like a freakin' mummy on one of the most important nights in fashion.
Of course, I'm being too harsh. She may know what consumers want to see in magazines, or what must-have luxuries they want to spend their hard earned cash on, but Ms. Wintour doesn't exactly have a flawless record of attire.
Examples, you say? But of course!
To be fair, this outfit isn't entirely impractical. It might be ugly, but if you're ever need of Jules Verne-esque air balloon travel, you can catch a ride on Anna's puffy hem.
This jacket only works if you're playing the role of Satyr in some low-budget San Fernando valley pornographic mythology film (and yes, apparently one of those exists). Inspirations come in strange forms, I guess. But at least we can trust she won't ever look like a dominatrix.Oh, wait.
Seriously, Anna; I want to give you credit for being daring and cutting edge in that WWAWD? (What Would Anna Wintour Do?) sort of way. But I got nothin' for ya.
Except for some head shaking. I've got a lot of that.
Bottom line: Just because you can sell a fashion magazine, it doesn't mean you are fashionable.
