The Nine premiere - complete with Daniel Day-Lewis, Nicole Kidman, Penelope Cruz, Judi Dench, Kate Hudson - is one I've been looking forward to for ages. And the Odeon Leicester Square event did not disappoint.

Model Tallulah Adeyemi is one of four women in the world who can work a bra-cup bodice. I'm not sure that the rest of it shouldn't be more deco-fitted, but whatevs.

Quoth Dodai, "I don't know who that is, but I admire her moxie." (It's Shingai Shoniwa of The Noisette.)

Nancy Del'Olio realizes this is the one case where "Fellini-esque" is not a horrified insult (necessarily.) And she's taking full advantage.

Guinnesses: how do I love thee? Let me count the ways: Mitford-descended, and (in the case of Jasmine), leopard-sporting, drapery-trailing, retro-glam.

Doesn't the beauty of Penelope Cruz in this ragamuffin-glam just make you ache like a perfect sunset or the Grand Canyon or some Hudson River School-worthy vista?

NB, Nicole: 20s-Victorian-schoolgirl is not your look. Indeed, arguably not anyone's. Well, maybe a Guinness.

Kate Hudson's bodice looks suspiciously like one of those rubber mats we made as kids from little beads and ironed into trivets or ambiguous Christmas presents. And, therefore, uncomfortable. But this is total La Dolce Vita territory.

Lemon may actually be Judi Dench's color - yet further proof of her exceptionalism.

Natasha Kaplinsky is a news-reader. Her guest is not ID'd. He has a velvet jacket.

Hey, if you're going to dress like a mariachi ringmaster, and apparently DDL is going to do just that, now's the time. And Rebecca Miller is obviously supportive.

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