July 24, 2006
Parminder Nagra is gorgeous.
Which is why I wish heartily that she hadn't gone and upholstered herself:
Her body looks tense, as if she's uncomfortable or uneasy in this confusing crosshatched fabric-store nightmare. I suspect it's because no one expects the Spanish Inquisition -- you have to maintain constant vigilence when you're dressed as something resembling a Comfy Chair, because you risk being dragged unexpectedly into their brand of comfortable torture. From there it's a short slide down to poking some old woman with the soft cushions and wondering, "How did this become my life?"
It's a cautionary tale, really. Upholstery: Don't let it happen to you.
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