I’d rather someone handed her some shampoo and a hot-oil treatment
This is where Juliette Lewis’ carefully messy bedhead addiction really bites her in the ass.
Seriously, in this photo it looks like she just opened the door to room service totally starkers, with last night’s makeup smearing down her inner-eyes and her hair styled entirely by a wicked bed-rocking carnal romp. When I saw this photo I actually hurried to find the full-length one,
just in case. Not that a girl can’t wear strapless dresses on the
offchance someone snaps a mid-range photo of her looking nude; rather that, I mean, this
is JULIETTE LEWIS. She’s a professional kook. If I saw this picture of
Kate Walsh, or something, I probably wouldn’t have paused. But with
Juliette, there is always that slight chance she WILL wander out to the
party in her birthday suit, or at least that whatever fabric she IS
wearing will be crazy or fugly or prone to awkward sweat stains.
Which is a shame, because in the full photo, she looks fine:
See? Not bad. Maybe a little tight to her midsection. But man, that hair… honey, please. A brush. A SHOWER. ANYTHING. That’s not bedhead from a one-night stand; that’s from a sexual decathlon. I almost want to pat her on the back and ask for details, but I’d rather someone handed her some shampoo and a hot-oil treatment.
Seriously, in this photo it looks like she just opened the door to room service totally starkers, with last night’s makeup smearing down her inner-eyes and her hair styled entirely by a wicked bed-rocking carnal romp. When I saw this photo I actually hurried to find the full-length one,
just in case. Not that a girl can’t wear strapless dresses on the
offchance someone snaps a mid-range photo of her looking nude; rather that, I mean, this
is JULIETTE LEWIS. She’s a professional kook. If I saw this picture of
Kate Walsh, or something, I probably wouldn’t have paused. But with
Juliette, there is always that slight chance she WILL wander out to the
party in her birthday suit, or at least that whatever fabric she IS
wearing will be crazy or fugly or prone to awkward sweat stains.
Which is a shame, because in the full photo, she looks fine:
See? Not bad. Maybe a little tight to her midsection. But man, that hair… honey, please. A brush. A SHOWER. ANYTHING. That’s not bedhead from a one-night stand; that’s from a sexual decathlon. I almost want to pat her on the back and ask for details, but I’d rather someone handed her some shampoo and a hot-oil treatment.
