First up is Deepika Padukone at the Chandni Chowk to China premiere. I believe they invented the word “breathtaking” for occasions like these.
Somebody‘s been taking Vidya Balan lessons, I see.
This is what I call a DIY outfit: her grandmother’s velvet curtains will keep her bosom warm; and she probably made the year of the demented eight-year-old that spent all of last Sunday plastering her mother’s lace doilies with stick-em-stones so her favorite movie star could wear it around her neck.
But what I really want is the name of the person who convinced her to wear these things. And then I want them to tell me what she did to them.
“Designer-ji, I want to look like Waheeda Rehman in Guide.”
“Dahlink, I have just want you need – velvet, rhinestones, netting, a gauzy white saree I filched from those stingy Ramsay brothers and a lehenga that I’ll stitch with my very own hands out of kitchen aids, all bathed in green… it’ll be so 60s! An LSD trip through tinsel! Geddit? Henh, henh, henh, honk!”
Meanwhile, Slumdog Millionaire‘s Frieda Pinto who was probably paid with all the McAloo Tikki Sandwiches she could eat, wore this to the Critics Choice Awards.