I can't recall a time before the recent MET Gala Ball when (cue stoning of crowes etcetera and other Home + Away 'Alfisms' denoting disbelief) Diana Kruger stuffed-up.
But that night, she was off my best dressed list like an LDR tune off charts.
Here however, at Cannes (note the silent and deadly 's' on the end CCLs: pronounce it aloud and you'll be appropriately shamed), she is tapping mint like all good fashionistas should be right now: boldly, fearlessly and unashamedly. And the result is splendidity. Squared, actually. Yes, splendidity squared.
She looks like she could be seen throwing out bird seed fo' toppins a la Mary Poppins or running around a small French town looking for her papa whilst belting out a Disney tune circa Beauty and the Beast.
But alas, she's just collecting awards and shit, or whatever these guys do on carpets that are red.
I adore a LFD (Long Flowy Dress) like the next person. But only when it straddles these three rules:
1. Hair up. Every time. No question. What else do you think your shoulder blades are for Kruges? (She wore it down at the MET - bowwboww. Or whatever that noise is you hear on the TV game shows that show during nana's tea time)
2. An interesting neckline with a non-narcoleptic body. Definition of the latter can be tested when on flights of stairs like Kruges is here. So long as it falls behind you with more grace than a Kelly, you're generally fine. Extra points if you just 'have' to hold some of the fabric to the right for good (read: dramatic) measure.
3. Big FO jewels a la RZ (Or Rach Zoe. She always has her way with a big jewel which is the reason I commend her for the purpose of this post and probably never again)
ZC