In 2002, Destiny’s Child released the three-minute and 34-second song that “Annoying girl”, a single whose chorus has been popping into my head lately as I look at red carpet images at Getty. You know the lyrics: “Nasty, put some clothes on, I told you so / Don’t walk out of your house without your clothes on, I told you so.” You see, while I’m a huge supporter of the ‘sleazy’ and ‘freaky’ in this world and totally against slut-shaming, I’m afraid that – from a fashion perspective – I’ve reached my threshold for all looks. that the Mail Online might describe as “Pulses RACING SET” or The sun would be accompanied by an emphatically zoomed-in crop (“[Genetically blessed individual] narrow prevents a malfunction in the wardrobe”).
It’s not that I don’t want people to express themselves the way they want; I fully support Madonna on that front. It’s just that I’d rather look at honest clothing than a few acres of very tight, very tanned skin at a certain premiere. Over the course of the 1920s—a decade that we can all agree was absolutely nonstop laughing—fashion journalists spent countless hours coming up with ways to describe the designs that stars didn’t actually wear. We’ve seen the rise of the “below belly button” as an erogenous zone, an inexplicable tendency toward “midriff flossing,” the evolution of “bra-first” outfits as a concept, and the resurgence of “the naked dress,” a oxymoron if ever there was one. Not to mention the blatant disregard for pants of all kinds that seems to have taken hold in Hollywood; Going without pants may be feasible right now in balmy California, but unfortunately not where I live: in London, where temperatures generally hover around 10 degrees. True detectivebody levels until at least April.
So congratulations to Sydney Sweeney for managing to create a ‘bold’ yet interesting look that no one in my office could quite describe in words (although I did enjoy a last minute WhatsApp suggestion of ‘bosom bouquet’ on the last minute). While attending the premiere of her movie Spotless in LA on Friday, the 26-year-old wore a sculptural Balmain bustier adorned with motifs central to Olivier Rousteing’s Fall 2024 collection for the house, including rose branches and bunches of grapes – designed by the designer in tribute to the fragrant gardens and grand crus from Bordeaux, where he spent his youth. It’s the second double-take-inducing look from the Euphoria star in as many days; she also posed for honors at the GLAAD Media Awards in a custom Miu Miu reproduction of Julia Roberts’ bridesmaid dress from My best friend’s wedding on Thursday evening. Two fashion cuts in one week? Impressive.