JLo had a busy night initially avoiding eye contact with her many exes at the Golden Globes yesterday. She started off strong with that Lopez blue steel:
She lost me south of the abso perfect hair and make-up, in a gown so enveloped in a dead trend that it could be Jenny’s Sunset Boulevard gown when she plays a washed up showgirl in a dusty ’60 Vegas mansion.
Though it’s perfectly red carpet-worthy, this Zuhair Murad does nothing for me. We’ve seen this on her (and everyone else worth their salt) in the past 18 months and we are done with the naked underlay with placement lace. There’s something off with the choice of white over what looks like figure-skater/ballroom dancer nude micromesh.
I wish she had asked her world tour costumer to dispense with the underlay deceptively around the lower thighs and gone for the ‘is she naked’ drama. Alas she did not and the underskirt just looked like spare old skin.
Also what is wrong with this picture is her peanut headed beau, C-Smart. How can she not be a laughing stock in front of Affleck and Diddy (and everyone else she’s sh@gged in that room) parading this joke of a relationship around?
You know what? ‘Girl don’t give a sh*t, so long as her make-up is flawless.
And she’s not afraid to check herself out in her metallic clutch ON the red carpet.