Michelle Williams put a bird on it. 
Daphne Guinness and SJP in McQueen.
A disastrous Blake and shimmery Anna in Chanel (psst, saw it here first Feb 3rd). 
Newd hued for the youngsters.
This is not the couples portion of the pageant B. 
Madonna and that other Guy. 
Marc Jacobs and Robert Duffy send a nod of the knee to McQueen’s heritage. Tux on top, tartan down low.
The Christinas. Ricci>Hendricks
Kristen Stewart sliced through the party in Proenza Schouler.
Paltrow repped Stella McCartney.
More beige-y neutrality from Zellweger and Hayek (also in McQueen), but Salma’s just-fucked hair was the best of the night. 
JLO served severity and overkill. Bleeding Armadillo. 
An unexceptional showing from the supermodels: Gisele, Naomi, Carolyn, and Miranda. 
Hey Kayne.
Summertime brings on an itch for the amusement park, rather than actually interact with children, visit Adventureland. No movie better encapsulates the airbrushed corn dog nostalgia of the local crappy fun park of your childhood.
Obviously, I’m obsessed with Martin Starr, so as a selling point let’s start with him. He somehow manages to slip a Gogol reference into every role he plays. Where Martin Starr goes, I follow. Unlike those God-awful Twilight movies, Stewart doesn’t make me want to gouge my eyes out in her performance as Em. 
In addition to the stellar cast, this movie has an excellent soundtrack including The Cure, Crowded House, and The Velvet Underground.