The Good:
I was on the fence about Isla Fisher's mini - I'd probably have done a different shoe and, let's face it, maybe tights - but her vintage clutch somehow pulls the whole thing together.


I'm not, as a rule, boy crazy. But I am a Hugh Dancy girl. And this dates from seeing him play a ravaged WWI officer on Broadway, because I'm high-brow like that, although in fairness it was his work in The Jane Austen Book Club that cemented my love. Long story short: he is very handsome.


Sarah Cawood's getup may be costumey, but as we know, that's not always a bad thing!


The Bad:
Jo Wood's Blue Curaçao overload is enough to put one off "The Marlin" (it involves rum, maraschino and citrus) forever - and that's tragic.


VV Brown's bold matador-stewardess from the future has a definite majesty to it. Maybe it's the regal shade.


Nicola McLean demonstrates a truly appalling pants lapse.


What Say You?
When it comes to Beverley Knight's mini: nice use of print, or better as upholstery?

[Images via Getty]

Confessions of a Shopaholic, which opens today, is based on a pair of popular novels by British author Madeleine Wickham, which follow the adventures of compulsive shopper Rebecca Bloomwood (Isla Fisher). After being downsized, Rebecca makes a shopping pit stop and fails to show up for an interview at her favorite fashion magazine. Somehow, she winds up getting a job at the personal finance magazine Successful Savings. She creates a hit column even though she knows nothing about finance, winning praise from her coincidentally rich and handsome editor, Luke (Hugh Dancy).

The movie was filmed before the economy got so bad that Suze Orman was forced to appear on Oprah every few weeks to admonish Americans to break their shopping addiction. Now, a film celebrating irresponsible credit card use may seem distasteful, but some critics say it's the only thing that saves Confessions of a Shopaholic from passing into romantic comedy obscurity. Not that the film really teaches any lessons about paying off your debt. Rebecca overcomes her financial problems by lying and cheating rather than realizing there's something wrong with her designer clothing obsession. However, some critics feel that the outfits costume designer Patricia Field picked for Rebecca are so hideous that they are a lesson in and of themselves that overpriced designer fashions bring neither happiness or beauty. Below, the critics weigh in on whether Confessions of a Shopaholic is worth the price of a movie ticket.

Time

Perhaps, then, it's a good thing [shopaholics] have been commemorated in Confessions of a Shopaholic, a movie adaptation of Sophie Kinsella's series of novels about a shopping-obsessed, debt-ridden young English journalist named Becky Bloomwood (Isla Fisher). As a romantic comedy, it is forgettable. But as an ill-timed anthropological artifact, Confessions offers weird pleasures, not least among them the fact that it makes us root for the debt collector.

USA Today

Confessions of a Shopaholic is like a sale item that catches your eye simply because of its garish color, atrocious style and startling uselessness. Not only is it an unfunny movie shrilly told, it probably is the most ill-timed and appallingly insulting movie in recent memory.

Time

[Isla Fisher's] charms are enough to keep the movie - entering the marketplace just as the country's financial situation becomes truly dire - from being criminally distasteful. She's got that rare gift for making slapstick seem organic. Confessions runs her through the chick-flick moves of endearment (walk into glass, run in high heels, spill food on self and others), but there are a few scenes where she cuts loose and we get to see her Lucille Ball–style warmth and wackiness ...

The movie's other saving grace is that Becky has absolutely hideous taste. Whether this is intentional, only costume designer Patricia Field knows for sure. What Carrie Bradshaw might have pulled off, Becky sinks under. Colors, plaids, accessories, boots - it's all garish; she doesn't wear or carry a single appealing object for the length of the movie. This is oddly comforting. We're officially 14 months into this recession, and many of us are not just tightening belts but swearing off shopping altogether. Confessions, perhaps inadvertently, assures us that being deprived of Gucci boots can be a good thing.

NPR

Like her many recent precursors - roles played by the likes of Reese Witherspoon, Renee Zellweger and Drew Barrymore - Rebecca is just too cute to be defeated. Ultimately, she'll walk defiantly past boutiques, and the display-window mannequins will applaud her resolve. Audiences may not join in the ovation. Inside Confessions of a Shopaholic,'s narrative bubble, Rebecca appears blithe and charming. Whenever reality intrudes, however, she looks more like a self-serving Wall Street CEO, squirming at a congressional hearing.

Entertainment Weekly

[Rebecca Bloomwood] is a role you would imagine might be filled, with cheesy-klutzy charm, by Kate Hudson or Sandra Bullock. But Fisher has her own brain-working-a-mile- a-minute adorable magnetism, with eyes that widen like a naughty child's and a smile so vivacious it could light up the next three rooms. Breathless and petite yet powerfully in-your-face, Fisher combines dizzy femininity and no-nonsense verve in the manner of a classic screwball heroine. She's like Carole Lombard reborn as a tiny angel-faced dynamo.

The Observer

We critics have to decide how worshipful we should be toward this flaunting of high fashion while pretending to ridicule it. It's the old Hollywood game of having all your luxury goods, and pretending that they don't bring happiness without true love. That sacred duty is assigned to Hugh Dancy's Luke Brandon, a Brit workaholic magazine editor who is taught to relax in a warmer climate by the irrepressible shopaholic herself. If I understand our president correctly, workaholics are more needed now than shopaholics. But let's be fair. Not too long ago, it was the duty of American consumers to shop until they dropped, and no one warned them of the dire consequences to follow their splurges of extravagance.

The Washington Post

It's all quite silly, and easy, and Confessions of a Shopaholic would never be called out by the rom-com umpire for not touching every base on its way toward home plate. The romance between Luke and Rebecca is a glacial-but-inevitable development, and Rebecca's relationship with her friend Suze (the wonderful Krysten Ritter) is full of inebriation and inadvertent rockiness.

Salon

Although Shopaholic is targeted at women, it also seems to have a remarkable contempt for its female characters — most of whom appear to have the maturity and smarts of a petulant 8-year-old. When Bloomwood pretends that a debt collector is a stawkerish ex-boyfriend, a nearby secretary inexplicably chimes in: "I was once stalked ... by a dog." Bloomwood's roommate (Krysten Ritter) giggles and flounces around their technicolor apartment, and the women Bloomwood encounters at sample sales scream and claw at each other like feral cats.

Slate

Lucky for the movie that Isla Fisher is so likable, because Rebecca Bloomwood is a real dud of a human being: a vain, shallow, materialistic twit who abuses the trust of both her endlessly forgiving boss and her enabling roommate, Suze (Krysten Ritter). The character's moral trajectory over the course of the film makes no sense: She's rewarded over and over for poor performance, and when her comeuppance does arrive, it's so brief and easily overcome that the message seems to be: When in dire financial and personal distress, charge one last cute outfit on your credit card and lie like crazy.

You see, I pretty much hate chick flicks. All of 'em. The last one I saw was Music and Lyrics, and I went to a matinée in disguise because the combination of Drew Barrymore, Hugh Grant and bad 80s pop icons was too much for me to resist. I mean, really:

You can tell I'm avoiding, can't you? Well, so, this idea was hatched over wine with Racialicious' Latoya Peterson after she sucked it up and, like Dodai, went to see He's Just Not That Into You. She was not a fan, and we're both snarky, so we're in this one together. I've never read the book(s?), and I've seen the trailer a sum total of 3 times, but I'm already scared.

Ed Note: Megan's liveblog will start whenever she starts texting me.

2:19: So, l got here late, obviously, but we've only missed previews...

2:24: So, the movie opens and the consumerism is practically pornographic.

Oh, God, gay boyfriend is already here.

She's interviewing for a ladymag job, but goes in for a finance job.

2:25: Oh and of course she already met-cute the love interest.

2:26: She's shown her ass, giving the cutesy interview, pretending to be a journalist. Worst interview ever.

2:29: OH JESUS CHRIST she smacked into a glass wall. And now we drink.

Did you know all women are bad at finance and dealing with bill collectors?

2:30: Also, we have the best friend who is smarter and less attractive. And they are drinking tequila.

2:31: We just dumped the flask of rum in both our sodas.

2:32: She is writing about her shoes and they are both shitfaced and OH YES they are now mailing a letter to the met-cute love interest and have obviously mixed up the letters and envelopes.

2:33: Aw, John Goodman, and he called her Becky. Her ring tone is the Gwen Stefani "If I was a rich girl".

2:34: Ok, another pratfall involving glass doors.

2:36: Drinking games; everytime there is a pratfall involving a glass door, or something pink, purple or sparkly, we will drink.

And somehow, she grabs the letter she sent wrongly without being noticed despite obviousness. God this sucks.

2:37: Pink pencil and pink automatic pencil sharpener. Drink. In a meeting!

2:39: Oh God, there was a squeal. Her roommate is getting married.

Latoya says, "She is ridiculously gauche"

2:41: Also, self-help DVD cliche as voiceover.

2:42: She just Googled her assignment from her editor and he's mad. So he takes her to a presentation and he is snarking their presentation like we are snarking this movie.

2:44: Latoya says, "This is how you enable stupidity." I am definitely getting stupider.

Latoya says, "She's so cute it hurts." She's wearing pink and sparkly.

2:47: She's about to get in a fight at a sample sale; hello cliche.

2:47: Latoya wonders, "how will she manage to be the spunky sidekick AND the lead in this movie?"

2:51: Latoya says, "this movie doesn't make us lady scribes look very good."

2:52: She's now pretending that her debt collector is a stalker.

2:55: I realize I haven't outlined the plot! So, Rebecca wants to work at a fashion mag, but through a series of increasingly improbable coincidences she gets a job with a money mag. Her first article she decides to write under a pseudonym because she doesn't want to be taken as a financial writer. She is also super in debt.

2:57: Now Rebecca and her roommate are wedding dress shopping because there is not a girl cliche they won't get.

2:58: Oh, and the extremely pretty girl who is Rebecca's presumed rival is throwing herself at the love interest.

2:59: Rebecca's job interview lie that she speaks Finnish has come back to bite her in the ass.

3:02: She's taking her cute boss shopping now. And he has a rich mother, of course. His mother will obviously hate her later.

3:04: Latoya says, "We need a word for the phenomenon of the Rebecca type: The idiot savant who ends up on top of the world by accident. Ingefool?"

3:07: Okay, now Isla's character is smacking herself on the ass with a fan awkwardly; no wonder she said she hated watching herself dance on screen.

3:08: Rebecca has just discovered that the cute boss is going out to some ball with the super hot girl that got the job she wanted. Of course.

3:11: Rebecca gets to a shopaholics meeting because her closet explodes on her funny but less attractive roommate.

3:13: The first black person in the entire movie is an NBA player who buys too many Cartier watches.

3:14: She leaves the shopaholics meeting to go shopping and in a porn like speech almost gets everyone to follow her.

3:23: Now she goes to a ball, rips her sleeves, knocks over some rich woman, gets mistaken for a waitress, has to serve her boss and her rival, hurls fish everywhere and her cute boss utterly saves her.

Then he tells her that he likes her.

Then all happy, she naturally runs into her debt collector in the elevator, and it's pratfall time again!
Then he tells her that he likes her.

3:27: Now Rebecca is buying an expensive dress... before going bridesmaids dress shopping.

3:28: Her roommate gets mad when she sees the dress, and forces her to go to the Shopaholics Meeting... Where, of course, the new group leader forces her to sell both the bridesmaids dress and the one she bought with the editor she wants to work for.

And, of course, she doesn't have enough money to buy back both. And she is, of course, asked to choose. And, of course, she doesn't choose the bridesmaid's dress.

3:33: And then she goes on the TV appearance that came out of nowhere, and the debt collector is there and calls her out.

3:34: Latoya says, we've hit the "losing everything" arc, must be the third act. She predicts that Rebecca will have to fight to get the bridesmaid's dress back. Probably from a homeless person.

3:35: The next scene, she gets in a fight with the editor-boyfriend over the TV appearance, and she tells him about her shopping addiction.

3:37: And the scene after that, she's walking home crying alone and her roommate comes downstairs, only to watch a homeless lady prance by in the bridesmaid's dress.

Her roommate stomps off, Rebecca cries, we drink.

Her parents come pick her up in their big cheezy RV, because your parents always save you.

3:40: I turns out that Rebecca is part Finnish, which is the dumbest running gag ever.
In the meantime, her boyfriend editor redeems her at the big fall-out business meeting and will start his own magazine featuring really big voices. Hahaha, how is that going to work out?

Maybe a BLOG??

3:41: And while her boyfriend is packing up his office, her rival that set her up reveals that she's about to get the fashion mag column she always wanted.

3:42: Cue the meeting in the parents' house with the French editor. Cue funny French-American antics.

3:44: She then turns down the "affordable fashion" column because it won't really be affordable.

3:45: Then she goes to the shopaholics meeting again and admits her addiction! It's redemption time!

3:46: And the gay boyfriend is back. He forwards this email that she's selling off all her clothes to everyone. They're selling them in the shopaholics space, with her parents and the other 'holics.

3:49: Naturally, she's made exactly enough money to pay off her credit card debt!

She's at her debt collector's office now. She pays him in pennies. We enjoyed that part.

3:50: It's now wedding time! Cue waterworks.

3:51: Her roommate lets her back into the wedding, teary-eyed, because she bought the dress back from the homeless girl.

And, of course, there's an extra bouquet of flowers for her! And, I believe the second black person of the film appeared, in the form of Macy Gray singing a sad song.

3:52: Latoya remarks that at least the soundtrack doesn't suck.

3:53: The movie ends with mannequins applauding her as she avoids going in a clothing shop.

The boyfriend is back. He hates the bridesmaid's dress too. They give one another sad eyes. He's glad she sold the clothes!

3:57: Credits rolling: the magazine the boyfriend was launching gets off the ground, she gets a column, she no longer shops, the relationship is perfect, she introduces the rival to some pervy Scandanavians as a "famous prostitute."

3:59: And then they dance badly again. And then the credit music is Lady Gaga.

We agree there are huge gaping plot holes, but Latoya said she hardly noticed because of the rum.
In fact, we now debate taking our sodas because they are the ginormous ones and they are filled with booze!

4:00: Some girl in front of us brought her boyfriend and he was drinking, too.

• German fashionisto: "She's is no runway model. Heidi Klum is simply too heavy and has too big a bust. And she always grins so stupidly. That is not avant-garde - that is commercial." Me-ow! [VogueUK]

• Kaiser Karl piles on: "I don't know Heidi Klum. She was never known in France. Claudia Schiffer also doesn't know who she is." This dismissal comes as Heidi helms the third season German Top Model. We're guessing Mrs. Seal is crying all the way to the bank. Maybe in a diamond-encrusted bra.[VogueUK]
• Stylist Patricia Field's advice to real-life Shopaholics? "Find a rich husband." Thanks, will do. Someone's been spending a little too much time with the Carrie Bradshaw crew...[Fabsugar]
• Photos of Rachel Roy's fall collection are up. The models in the presentation all wore black bobbed wigs and black lipstick — echoing Yves St. Laurent in Paris last September. The clothes were all white, with touches of gray, pale yellow and blue, and black. [WWD]
• Bluefly.com is upping its presence within the fictional worlds of fashion-related television and movies. Since the company noticed site traffic spiked during the episodes of Project Runway it sponsored, it set about buying ads within other media, too — most notably Gossip Girl (did you think it was an accident when Serena kissed Dan in Times Square and there was a Bluefly billboard behind them?) and Isla Fisher's Confessions Of A Shopaholic. [WSJ]
• If you heard a rumor that Thom Yorke was going to be playing the music for the Rag & Bone show today at 5 p.m., I am here to tell you it ain't so. But Yorke did act as a musical designer for the show — although that still doesn't mean he'll be present. [Men.Style.com]
• 25 garment workers who were required to work over 80 hours a week and only intermittently paid the princely sum of $3 an hour won their lawsuit against their former employers, New York's Liberty Apparel. Liberty had used subcontractors to attempt to shift blame. As competition for jobs in the garment sector worsens — in 2008, the jobs available shrank by 7% in New York City, and U.S. Bureau of Labor figures for January of 2009 showed 9,600 garment workers were laid off nationwide that month alone — working conditions are believed to worsen. [Crain's]
• British supe Lily Cole plays a model called Lettuce Leaf in the upcoming film Rage, a murder mystery set in the New York fashion world, which also stars Dame Judi Dench, Jude Law, Steve Buscemi, and Eddie Izzard. You can watch a clip, mostly in English, of Cole as Lettuce Leaf and hear her talk about modeling, blogs, and beauty while doing promo work at the Berlin Film Festival. "There's a big gulf often between appearance and, you know, the reality, like seeming and being," says Cole. "Fashion illustrates that quite clearly because you only ever see the exterior and you don't really know what's going on behind. But it's true of every human, some to more extent, some to lesser extent, that there's a difference between the truth of that person and their own internal struggles and difficulties and loves and joys, and how they present themselves to the rest of the world." Watch, if only for the moment when she suddenly takes off her wig during Lettuce Leaf's monologue. [Spiegel Online]
• Speaking of voyeurism, here's a bunch of pretty pictures of designers doing last-minute runway show stuff. It's supposed to be hectic, still looks glam. [WWD]
• Ikram Goldman, owner of the Chicago boutique Ikram and de facto stylist for a certain First Lady, is of course at New York fashion week. She refused to talk about anything Obama-related in this interview. [Paper]
• Not so tight-lipped is Benjamin Cho. The designer, who's not showing at fashion week this season, says he wishes Michelle Obama dressed more sophisticatedly. Her inauguration outfits "got a little cheesy." Cho thinks her style is too retro. "It would be nice if she wore like a Jil Sander shift dress. Or something interesting like that — more sophisticated." Can we talk about something else than Michelle Obama's clothes now? [The Cut]
• Kelly Cutrone always has an interesting take on powerful women! On Michelle Obama: "She's the first lady in the White House in 50 years who actually looks like she's getting fucked." Hm. That wasn't the kind of non-sartorial discussion I meant. [The Cut]
• Anna Sui apparently has a book deal with Chronicle. [Fashionista]
• Australian label Morrissey is going out of business. [News.com.au]
• The video that Halston put together instead of a show or presentation is now live at their website. It's undeniably beautiful — I love the part where the model kicks off her stilettos — but how are you supposed to get any idea of the clothes via grainy digital video? [Halston]
• Two pieces of statuary from Yves St. Laurent's art collection, which is to be auctioned at Christie's by his partner, Pierre Bergé, are believed to have been stolen by looting French troops in 1860 from Beijing's imperial Summer Palace. China wants the statues, originally part of a fountain representing the Chinese zodiac, repatriated, but the treaty that covers such claims states only things taken since 1970 have to be returned. A Hong Kong billionaire might bid on the statues and take them back to China. [Time]
• Here's a look at some of the more unusual highlights of St. Laurent and Bergé's eclectic collection. [WSJ]
• Ew. Scott Weiland, who in no way deserves to be mentioned in the same breath as the late, great Yves, is debuting a men's line with L.A. label English Laundry. [WWD]
• Thank dog designers are taking the pulse of the times and scaling back on vulgar runway shows! To show her sensitivity to the zeitgest, Monique Lhuillier premiered her collection of ballgowns, "Modern Ballet Russes," at the Plaza, where guests quaffed champagne. [WSJ]
• Donna Karan, for her part, relieves her social conscience by giving out a truly ugly tee to all comers to Sunday's runway show. The tee has a bunch of worthy charities listed on the back (including Donna Karan's Urban Zen Foundation) and their contact info, should the fashionistas feel that receiving a free shirt is not doing their part. [WWD]
• We've been burned by Target's accessories collabs in the past, but listen up, kids: Erickson Beamon for Target, which hits this Sunday, looks outstanding. Glimpses show a lot of vintage costume jewelry-inspired statement pieces and one old lady chic pendant we'll fight you for. [Fabsugar]
• The new all-things-moddle web site Modelina (remember how they handed out those model "campaign buttons" during the election?) is not only up and running and spilling mannequin gossip, but has launched a pr stunt we can get behind: fashion-themed Necco conversation hearts! A "Kiss Karl" in clove would just about make our weekends, although we're not sure why. [Glam.com]
• Is this the end of an era? Abercrombie's 4th Quarter profits were down a whopping 68%! [AP]
• We'll believe it when we see it, but now they say the first American Top Shop will be opening in April.They've cried...um, "high-concept fast fashion?" one too many times! [WWD]

"The entertainment industry allows you, the audience member, to pat yourself on the back and say: 'I'm smarter than her, I'm more together than her, and I'm not as stupidly anorexic as her.'" The Times' Kevin Maher notes that ten years ago, we had spunky heroines like Bridget Jones (and in music, the Spice Girls). But now?

The recent Anne Hathaway/Kate Hudson catfight Bride Wars or the forthcoming Confessions of a Shopaholic are aimed exclusively at women, and yet feature female characters who are variously neurotic, idiotic, label-obsessed, weight-obsessed, man-obsessed or weddingobsessed, and often all at the same time.

And! He doesn't hold back:

Increasingly, the modern Hollywood women's picture or so-called chick flick has become home to the worst kind of regressive pre-feminist stereotype and misogynistic cliché.

Maher has an explanation for the state of chick flicks, and here's another blockquote, because he is just so good at breaking it down:

The chick-flick heroine that emerged then was often ditzy, yes, but she also had recourse to irony, self-satire and intelligence. When Bridget the movie appeared in 2001 and eventually scooped more than £150 million at the international box office, the chick flick became a hot Tinseltown property. However, for every smart-thinking Bridget Jones, Legally Blonde or Devil Wears Prada there appeared a slew of movies that appealed to the genre's baser instincts.Films such as 27 Dresses, Made of Honour, License to Wed and What Happens in Vegas were cookie-cutter movies defined by lazy stereotypes (wedding overkill, anyone?) and explicit anti-feminism.

Melissa Silverstein of Women & Hollywood counters: "Women go to these movies, because they want to go to the movies. And most of the time there are no other options out there." But Maher has good news: The glut of "chick flicks" — that is, dumb, cheap-shot movies aggressively targeted to women with the sole purpose of taking their money — may die down. Once the market gets flooded, the appetite wanes, and actual quality films — with women in them — like Michelle Williams' upcoming road movie, Wendy and Lucy, can shine.

Is It Time To Kill The Chick Flick? [Times Of London]

[Confessions of a Shopaholic set, New York, NY; March 12. Image via INFdaily.com]

• (Photoshop of) Horrors! It's Drew Barrymore on the March Vogue and something just does not look right. [Just Jared]
  
• You won't be seeing Lily Allen in her underwear anytime soon: the rumors about her being the latest face of Agent Provocateur are allegedly BS. [Sassybella]
  
• The Gap's spring advertising campaign features Coco Rocha, Anja Rubik and other top models. Think this will finally be the advertising campaign that convinces everyone to start buying their crappy clothes again? [Sassybella]
  
• Because the Oscars are actually on (thanks WGA!), the WWD reports that all the big celebs are already headed out to Hollywood to primp for Sunday night — you know it takes a week of preparation for these things — meaning the biggest celebs that can be wrangled for the front row of the Milan shows are James Blunt and some soccer players who are not Beckham. [WWD, 1st item]

• And yet... Monica Bellucci, Naomi Campbell, Sheryl Crow, Fergie, Lindsay Lohan and French actress Fanny Ardant are all expected to show for the Dolce & Gabbana show. Because, uh, that other thing we just said about no big celebs was just some stupid angle we made up. You think it's easy filling an ENTIRE NEWSPAPER with material solely about the fashion industry every day? [WWD, 4th item]
• Kanye: Likes Chanel cell phones. [Chic Report]
• Isla Fisher on her upcoming starring role in Confessions of a Shopaholic: "I've done a lot of research." LOL. [Sassybella]
• Yay Bob Mackie! The man who dressed Cher, Carol Burnett, Diana Ross and Barbie in some of their finest frocks is being honored by the Costume Designers Guild today. [WWD, 8th item]
• Gemma Ward: The face of Karl Lagerfeld's spring line. It's all sorta suburban goth girl....so I'm weirdly into it. [Sassybella]
• J.C. Penney and Ralph Lauren have teamed up to create a new, "exclusive" label. Polo Penney! We can't say this aloud and not laugh. [NYT]
• Takashi Murakami: He's everywhere! First on Vuitton bags, then at the Brooklyn Museum of Art in April and then at the Museum of Contemporary Art in LA in October. [Fashion Week Daily]
• Isaac Mizrahi's designing the costumes for the New York City Opera's production of King Arthur, which could actually be enough to get our asses to the opera. [Fashion Week Daily]
• It's so hard to be a model: "Everyone sees you as merely another pretty face, and I work really hard every day to show I am more than that," says Vanessa Hessler. [WWD, 2nd item]
• Execs at Gianfranco Ferre are all grumpy that the fashion community is being all gossipy about the unexpected (and unexpectedly swift) exit of creative director Lars Nilsson from the label. Um, are they new to the fashion industry? Gossip always takes precedence over clothes. [Vogue UK]
• Fight MS! Wear lip balm! [BellaSugar]
• Playboy cosmetics: Definitely skeeve us out. [BellaSugar]
• Matthew McConaughey. Dolce & Gabbana. Video. LOL. [Sassybella]