Holly Madison bugs me
Well, you can go ahead and tell me it’s a Greg Barnes costume from Peepshow, but I’m just going to stick my fingers in my ears and go LalalalalalaIcan’thearyouLalalalala and continue to believe it’s the work of our dear friend the little fashion troll, John Galliano, perhaps after a long night of citronella candle fume-enhanced yoga surrounded by a troupe of bisexual entomology-themed performance artists from Romania, under a full moon on George Clooney’s veranda.
Which is not to say I don’t like it, actually. There’s something very Comme J’ai Mal about it, which is to say I like it, but I wouldn’t wear it into a party until everyone had consumed at least two Negronis. And three for me.
… and four for me.
Seriously, why would anyone want to dress like Mothra/Beetlejuice/ the-horrible-insect-monster-thingie-I-killed-last-night-in-the-bathroom?
I have to admit, she is really ballsy and I commend her for having the courage to dare to wear that piece of crap. I wish I had that many balls (no pun intended)