Kaleidoscope Guise: Plenty of professions have a uniform
requirement: policemen, pilots, nurses, soldiers -- heck, even clowns
-- dress a certain way to go to work. Turns out some pop stars do, too. For
a red-carpet appearance in London, Christina Aguilera climbs into her usual on-the-job
ensemble: untold layers of war paint, gallons of peroxide, and a garish getup,
which in this case means airtight leather pants, Barney-colored YSL peep-toe
platforms and a Pucci top covered in what's either a '70s-era TV test pattern
from the Emergency Broadcast System or a Busby Berkeley musical number as viewed through a
kaleidoscope while in a chemically altered state. But unlike most uniform
wearers, the subtlety-free chanteuse can't simply slip into comfy clothes and
kick back at the end of a long, hard day. First, she must endure a painful
de-Aguilera-izing process, which involves not only taking a direct hit to the
face from a pressure washer, but also breathing in plenty of wooziness-inducing
fumes from the many cans of WD-40 necessary to pull her free from her snug
sartorial prison.
(Richard Stonehouse/Retna Ltd.) |
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