I guess I kind of gave the game away with that title, but what the eff is Anna Kendrick wearing in these photos from the new issue of GQ Magazine? I’m no fashion expert (said the grown woman wearing jeans and Converse at her office), but I have yet to come up with any true use for studded underoos other than the one Anna is presenting here, which is studied wall-lounging.
But seriously, where do you think you’re going wearing that, young lady? To Lady Gaga‘s wedding? Or a really punk-themed memorial for a sumo wrestler? What happened to your bra along the way? Or did you intend to be topless the whole time, but then you got cold so your date lent you his tuxedo jacket to drape over your shoulders? Is that what happened? But then why did you leave home without a shirt? Don’t you think that’s disrespectful to Lady Gaga on her WEDDING DAY? Even she manages to remember to at least bring along a pair of hand panties. That’s just common etiquette.
And how’d your legs get so oily girl? And who mussed up your hair? These are just a small sampling of the questions that were raised as soon as I saw you lurking on that radiator. I understand that I’m biased, as part of the .025% of the population that isn’t completely obsessed with this girl, but I am just really not picking up what she is putting down in this picture. And I’m also aware that she didn’t choose the clothes or pick the styling herself, and she even looks attractive, but I’m so baffled by it that my only recourse is to take it out on her.
AND I WILL DO SO FROM NOW UNTIL FOREVER.
[Correction: we originally referred to this photo spread as a cover spread, however, Anna is not pictured on the cover of this issue, but rather featured inside. We regret the error.]
(Image: Marc Hom for GQ)