I Think My Stylist Hates Me!
It’s not a red carpet outfit, it’s a grizzly crime scene! The buck - and the rubber Versace catsuit - usually stops with the diabolical stylist. “Oh hun, this will slay them!” Ha! If I was Sabrina Carpenter, I’d get a food taster! Join Hollywood fashion critic Cojo for the complete fashion autopsy (and fashion victory parades too). Come for the breakdown (the outfits, not my own), hot topics and trunks of free Chanel*
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I Think My Stylist Hates Me!
Beware the Madonna Zombie Bottoms
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WARNING: zombified Madonna Bottoms might want to cover their ears as we do a forensic breakdown of her skanky crotch-centered looks and Sydney Sweeney’s truly incredulous bust goes IMAX. PLUS: stealth Birkins and Brad Pitt’s whiskey-laced smoothies ($28.99 at Erewhon)