Our love-hate relationship with Cate Blanchett's fashion sense is rather well documented in the GFY archives, so we're always excited to see what she's going to wear on the red carpet -- adore it or abhor it, we're never indifferent, and that's at least one victory right there.
This year, "love" won. And so I present a series of affectionate haiku-style poems dedicated to her achievement.
Cate loves metallics
like I love potato chips.
But, can't wear those. Boo.
like I love potato chips.
But, can't wear those. Boo.
Sexy iron sheath
makes Camelot wish chain mail
could look this gorgeous.
makes Camelot wish chain mail
could look this gorgeous.
She's a tall, frosty
steel-wool milkshake, minus the
wool. Plus chocolate.
steel-wool milkshake, minus the
wool. Plus chocolate.
Fair skin is in, yay!
Ditch the bronzer, orange freaks.
Cate proves paleness rocks.
Ditch the bronzer, orange freaks.
Cate proves paleness rocks.
Out of Diet Coke.
Sad. Tortured. Crushed. Off-topic.
Cate: Bring me one? Please?
Sad. Tortured. Crushed. Off-topic.
Cate: Bring me one? Please?
Guess it's errand time
For Intern George. Cans, please, love!
Plus, I should post this.
For Intern George. Cans, please, love!
Plus, I should post this.
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