Okay, I’m trying for a little levity and light entertainment. I’m not really in the mood, though. But a friend sent me a link to the fashions at this year’s American Music Awards, and these two leapt out at me.
First we have an odd choice from Jordin Sparks:
It’s one of those dresses that seems only mildly ugly at first glance, but becomes uglier and even more bizarre after some study. The transparent black undergarment. The dress’s shape. But most of all the design and the color. There’s something vaguely reminiscent of a Halloween costume of a skeleton, with a hint of rococo overlay.
Next we have someone I’ve never heard of, Ke$ha (and no, that’s not a typo; there’s money in the middle, you see):
The eyes, the nails, the shoes, way too dark for the rest, but I suppose that’s the point. It’s awfully hard to stand out as different these days, isn’t it?
And if fashion-bashing doesn’t do it for you, let’s have a puppy! This is what I’m like when I wake up in the morning—except not quite as nippy, not quite as vocal, and nowhere near as cute: