N.B. Guest post by Steven Cojocaru. Read more at Cojo’s blog CojoStyle.
I get so completely crushed when one of my fashion faves fails, I can barely muster up the strength to flatiron my gorgeous hair (but somehow I do). So you can imagine the meltdown I’m having seeing my glorious Gwen Stefani in such a catastrophic outfit. I’m not feeling the cheesy bra and see-through top mix, or the rest of the labored sex kitten head-to-toe black get-up. Stefani looks to me like a pallbearer at a Playmate of the Year’s funeral.
PS. Gwen’s completely plain ‘let’s go bowling’ shoes are making me have to breathe into a brown paper bag.0