14 Aug 2008 ›  3:10pm

So I mentioned that it is hotter than hell right? It’s brutal. I’ll admit that it’s sort of difficult to dress around, but still, for the love of employment, think of others before you subject us to anything remotely transparent or gauzy.
Today Naomi was wearing a Mrs. Roper style caftan situation which sounds sort of ew, but harmless enough right? Wrong. Wrong wrong wrong.

On the upside it was about as figure hugging as those Waiting For Zion dresses (you know the ones, right? I tell you, I COULD NOT LOVE THEM MORE) So it was actually much better than Naomi’s usual choice of fit (let’s just call it snug-to-exploding). But on the downside it was quite sheer when backlit. And even sheerer when moistened with sweatitude. Oh for the love of God, my eyes, my eyes, my eyes.