Showing posts with label arm warmers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label arm warmers. Show all posts

Friday, December 21, 2007

Ashlee Simpson and Fashion Poirot News!

Let's start with the exciting news: I want you, my readers, to scroll through the Fashion Poirot archives and nominate what you thought was the worst outfit I ever posted in the comments section of this post. Then, we'll have a special post and a poll to decide the worst outfit of the year, (or, since September, since that's when F.P. started) and the official winner- or, rather, loser- will be announced on Dec. 31!

Now, to business: Ashlee Simpson.

I'll be honest: I don't really get all of the fuss about her. Her style isn't particularly unique, her voice isn't spectacular, and she's sort of generically good-looking. Perhaps I'm a little confused as to why anyone would choose to have cosmetic surgery at such a young age.

Anyway, this outfit is bearable. It isn't horrible. It doesn't burn my eyes. But it does raise a couple of questions. I really have no problem with the jeans, tank, and boots, though I wish she'd gone for a little for color. But arm warmers? No. They're very hard to pull off, and Ashlee just doesn't fit the bill. I think the little scarf could look amazing- with a similarly high-fashion outfit. As it is, she just looks as though she put it on as an afterthought. But it totally contradicts the punk-like, monochromatic, rebellious tank/jeans/boots combo.

Ah well. Happy holidays, everyone! And don't forget those nominees!



Sunday, December 16, 2007

Rihanna

On the old Fashion Poirot, I once mentioned Rihanna's ballerina-gone-dominatrix concert outfit. I'd hoped that particular fashion disaster had been left in the past. Apparently not.

I just don't get it. Why? Why? God knows her songs aren't of the heavy-metal, ridiculously sexed-up kind- at least not all of them. Sexy is one thing, but this is way too much. At least she lost the tutu-like thing she had last time. I could handle the boots and arm warmers, but the corset/bra/hot pants/thing with all of the buckles and straps...is just plain disturbing.

And a pity, too, because off-stage, Rihanna dresses beautifully. So I can only assume that she has some wacko, deranged fashion consultant for concert wear only. A word of advice: FIRE HIM/HER IMMEDIATELY.