Looks Like a Frump, Feels Like a Sleeper
More telling than cruel "Hot or Not" snap judgments is the slow pull of a reluctant fashion trend. To wit: Harriet Miers bursts onto the scene as a monumentally powerful woman in Washington and the first thing scorned is her wardrobe. But if the outfits feel like they've grown on you since, it's because they only fell off you in '87.
Our Gawkish big sister in NYC put us in touch with Simon Doonan's latest column in that "muted salmon" snarksheet:
With her breathtakingly frowzy cobalt-blue 80