So, the Venice Film Festival kicked off yesterday with the Burn After Reading premiere. And as you might hope, it was gloriously, dizzily Italian: dramatic and glitzy and elegant all at once - well, with a few notable exceptions. (Melted trash bag, I'm looking at you!) The Good, The Bad, The Italian, The Ugly...after the jump.
Just enough glitz to make Afef Tronchetti Provera look awesomely Italian, awesomely awesome.
Elsa Martinelli: Just what I'd wear were I an Italian actress of a certain age. A jeweled red caftan?! Fabulous!
Alice Braga: Jane Austen-era bride or contempo vision in white?
Ksenia Rappoport: Jane Austen-era widow or contempo vision in ink?
You know when sometimes in the summer you see a gal in a bikini top under her clothes and you have an unworthy moment of thinking, "Hm, that's not really any sub for a bra,"? Yes. Roberta Rossi.
Claudia Schiffer's been doing a lot of bizarre experimentation lately - the latest being this Scarlett-works-with Jonathan Adler's drapes.
Okay, Valeria Golino almost pulls this off - and really, no shame in failing at an impossible task.
Isabella Orsini seems to be sporting - and I use the term loosely - PVC.