May 08, 2007
Met Costume Institute Ball Fug: Kirsten Dunst
One thing I really love about Kirsten Dunst is that she's a lot like me when it comes to shoes: She finds a pair she loves, and she wears the hell out of them. For about three years she wore the exact same pair of heels -- in either black, red, or camel -- with every outfit, and they looked sexy, and clearly they were comfortable, so she just kept doing it. There's none of that lunacy with wearing them once and never daring to be seen in them again.
This is the second time I've seen her in these little beauties, but I'm sure it won't be the last.
However, I do hope it's the last time we see the dress. I'll be honest, I struggled with this one, because she looks so cute when she's happy, and the color is great, and I applaud her for how often she tries unusual things. But it all seems a tad... disorganized, and untailored. And, look: I know it's the Costume Institute gala, but no one else is in costume, so maybe she... misinterpreted the invitation? She looks like an eager Girl Scout who, and in the face of the rampant unpredictability of a New York gala, is clinging to the beloved "be prepared" motto. Here, she's ready for: a funeral, a wedding, a funeral-wedding, a camping trip (the gown would sleep two, no problem), a square dance with the cowboy man-child, an all-out socialite catfight with hurled drinks and torn clothes (she could make three other dresses on the spot from her train), an emergency skydive (the parachute is built in!), or an assault by a crazy head-slicing, brain-stealing supercriminal who has an itch to blow up the city (that headband is blocking his favorite cutting zone).
In that sense, I applaud her constant vigilence. Otherwise, I'm just ready to see where she takes the shoes next. Preferably, it'll be someplace where they can shine, away from miles of satin and a headband that appears to have attracted two dead bugs.
Or, it will be to my house, where she will leave them in my closet. Either one.