The time has come yet again for those dramatically corporal hair
flipping mannequins to know that they can hide, but they cannot survive
me, for I, Ms. Bolly Chili, your purveyor of fashion phenomenon, can see
what the zoom may never capture.
It all started out on a
wonderful breezy January morning in the West, when Hollywood's
Julianne
Moore
stepped out to attend a photo call for her next release in a
charred black armor of Alexander McQueen embossed cropped top and skirt
with scalloped edges for enticing defense. With Mr. McQueen dead, thus
denying any hands in this creation, I wonder if the fashion house is
still in mourning (it has been years now, really) or taking inspiration
from his state of eternal stagnant? Because appreciating my monumental
Game of Thrones'
hangover and looking past Moore's gorgeousness, the only thing wrong
here is that dress! To pledge that there is emboss on the fabric, I had
to turn Moore in angles quite famous in the Greek mythology for torture.
Maybe the color black is to be blamed but then if you have it and you
cannot flaunt it then by all means, my dear, you need help. Moore also
donned her warrior Christian Louboutin gladiator sandals, a herculean
effort in her ensemble's effervescence, figuratively speaking. Not
denying the fact that the shoes (not bad, just stale) and the dress look
fine together on Ms. Moore, just this statement of mine is not going to
save this McQueen from a trip to Hades.
Though if I were Romeo,
my heart would have been in Moore's hand for she wore that skirt waist
high, letting the separates meet, saving me from censored criticism and
letting that dress have its finest hour. Moore looked crafted, the
silhouette so fine, I demand a renewed life insurance. Timeless is her
beauty, with five decades gone, yet she blazes with such enchanting
allure. The stems of fire flowing from her head, licking at the
shoulders and burning down was beyond my expert poetic soul to justify
the vision it created. And oh! The make up was elegance defined and I
hold my lust over her cherry red lipstick in respect to her being my
mother's age.
But has ever age and oceans stopped the mingling of
minds and sharing of thoughts? Except the government, everyone is
impressively omnipresent, in each others wardrobes even.
Madhuri Dixit Nene stood up to this school of thought when she was seen in the same
Alexander McQueen on the sets of her reality show. I have said enough
about the dress and I am shockingly left with a lot to say still but why
put the whole blame game on it when Dixit has staged many other ways to
ruin her look, the Outhouse statement necklace taking the lead. Now the
only reason for this medallion inspired piece to be worn could be if
Mrs. Nene read my thoughts about the dress being an armor of sorts and
she went for a total Joan of Arc. If not and this was a style statement,
then I have to say that it shouldn't be worn out of the house. Ever.
Following up, the rose gold pumps came in to add some glamor but I think
(being so adroitly perspective) that there was surely some coordination
problem between Dixit's brain and legs and unfortunately for fashion,
the legs won. My words might shadow my immense love for this elegance
personified Goddess of charisma but she just didn't stop there and went
with that dated, repetitive almost a patented hairstyle of hers. Where
open front thrown hair of Moore's made my heart go
dhak dhak,
Dixit's left me asking for more. And again holding my respect for
elders, I'm letting that 'to be or not to be' midriff show go without a
shower of my delicate words.
Indelicacy is a charm I'm bestowed
in gallons with and it is a reward with no hard work of mine because
beauties such who make angels burn in envy have a profound human
behavior.
Priyanka Chopra didn't disappoint me at all. At the trailer
launch of her next biopic, she went all the way in choosing the same,
sans the color, McQueen dress I have been trying to make extinct since
long! But that's where her faults ended. Ms. Chopra surprised me with
her insight and pulled out the white version of the dress, doing exactly
what any last warrior standing does; making all the wrongs right. The
dress still is a low life but the color helps to define the ensemble
better. The emboss was actually visible without applying any barbarian
methods and the scallops looked well cooked there. PeeCee's well toned
body looked divine giving the dress some more fame, like Moore did
(though it didn't deserve any). The snuff fit of the top helped the
midriff show to be appropriate and the hair, though lukewarm, gelled
well. And chucking out my diplomacy at last, its the motif Louboutin my
eyes have been on all the time. They were everything!
After
making my technicolor life quiet monochromatic, courtesy three of the
most talented actresses in the world, I'd like to say that Julianne
Moore added some rays of rainbow to this gloom but Priyanka Chopra
brought in not just the rainbow but the leprechauns too - a little vague
but then I wasn't expecting even a dime of brilliance. To Madhuri
Dixit Nene I award my sincere advice; please break free from the frozen
time zone of fawning stylists. It always has a behemoth result. Until
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