It appears that Rosie Huntington-Whitely is wearing a scarf as a dress, and hello, go for it. This looks like the perfect outfit for a day date with boyfriend Jason Statham (we assume). The only thing we’d change is that belt, which veers a bit on the clearance-rack-at-Costco side of life. Otherwise, go forth and conquer us with your model ways, Rosie. [Photo: Pacific Coast News]
Sometimes I see an outfit and I respond in ways far beyond, “Oh, that’s cute.” No, sometimes I see an outfit and I imagine myself wearing it. I imagine where I’m wearing it and who is with me and what I am eating and drinking and saying while I’m wearing it. It’s not just an outfit, it’s a life. Or something.
Like, I see this outfit on Rosie Huntington-Whiteley, and I imagine myself wearing it — albeit with the pants a few sizes bigger, with a shorter hem, because this is me not some supermodel — as I stroll the streets of some town in the South of France. I am smoking, but the cigarettes don’t cause cancer in this imaginary world, and I am holding hands with my French fling and he’s more intelligent than in real life, though his English is still atrocious, but that’s what makes our conversations so charming. And suddenly he stops, sets the bottle of wine he was carrying down on the cobble-stoned street, and using his gold pinky-ringed hand, he lifts the brim of my terribly chic hat that only works on some people, and he kisses me. It is terribly romantic, but then a stray cat wanders over and knocks over the wine onto my suede shoes, but we don’t care because this outfit is perfect. The End. [Photos: Fame/Flynet]
Seriously, you guys, Rosie Huntington-Whiteley needs to stop being so freakin’ flawless. In addition to being a Victoria’s Secret Angel, (hopefully one-off — sorry, lady, I love you but it’s just not your thing) actress, and the girlfriend to supremely handsome action hero Jason Statham, the model has just launched her own eponymous lingerie line (which features, get this, roses!) with British retailer Marks & Spencer. Rosie has a signature beauty look that she doesn’t often deviate from, and for good reason: it’s pretty, subtle, and highlights her perfect features rather than overshadowing them. Fortunately for us flawed mortals, it’s also universally flattering, so while it may not make you look like Rosie, you’ll definitely look like a better, rosier version of yourself. Keep reading »
Super-stylish and superhumanly attractive Rosie Huntington-Whiteley always looks good, whether she’s glitzed out on the red carpet or all mucked up in “Transformers.” Needless to say, her “going out to do errands” look is (approximately infinitely) more impressive than my “this is the best I have ever looked,” but the best thing about Rosie’s chic off-duty outfits is that they’re so imitable, you may even have some of the pieces in your wardrobe already (that hunter suede Céline Phantom and crazy-toned arms, not so much). This fresh ensemble in particular is perfect for weird transitional weather, and can easily be dressed up for night with some killer black pumps when time is of the essence. Check out my take on Rosie’s cool springy look after the jump! [photo via Just Jared] Keep reading »
Rosie Huntington-Whiteley is professionally hot, but her attempts to cross over into the acting realm have been tenuous. After all, she never really sold herself as an actress, just a model who — surprise! — happens to be both excruciatingly good-looking and decent enough at following directions, which was more than good enough for Michael Bay. Rosie’s next foray is into the design sphere with a lingerie collection to be distributed by British high street giant Marks & Spencer. Not-so-serendipitously, she already models for the brand’s Autograph intimates line, so her branch of it is simply a “natural extension” of Rosie’s relationship with the retailer. The collection, which she will be the face of, will be called Rosie for Autograph and consists of 33 pieces, including bras, panties, camisoles, and kimonos. The items will have a pink rose motif, which is only intuitive for someone called Rosie. A stroke of genius, I say. [NYMag.com]