The fashion report
by digby
I don’t usually care about what the presidents and their spouses and family wear. But in this case, we have two women in that family who are fashion models and frankly, have little else to offer. So I’d expect them to be fabulous in this regard. And the men are all
extremely wealthy and used to wearing these monkey suits (and have access to the best tailors in the world) so there is no excuse for this mess:
Melania and Ivanka are beautiful women and they wear clothes well but on foreign trips Melania dresses in costume and Ivanka often has some real misses. This trip was particularly bad for her.
Here’s the Royal Watch at the Daily Beast:
The royals played it safe during the state visit, with Camilla in various flouncy white dresses and the queen in her usual siren block colors of blue and pink.
And the Trumps looked like they were starring in their own episode of Dynasty.
Fans will remember that the 1985 season the show ended with the Carringtons and Colbys in the fictional European country of Moldavia, where some terrorists shot everybody at the ceremony. (The next season, the principals miraculously roused themselves from the hail of bullets and carried on being vile to each other. And there was even a duplicate Krystle, but we digress.)
The shocks in London were restricted to the fashion variety. Everything was a little too much. On the final day, to commemorate D-Day, Melania wore a belted cream coat, which was very romantic rather than somber, and paired it with a hat, best described as a “sharp flying saucer.” Trump’s hair, briefly slicked back over the weekend to make him look like a mobster on the Atkins Diet, returned to its usual squirrel-about-to-disappear self.
Both Melania and Ivanka have had a maximalist week, clothes-wise, notable for a sheer, dramatically sleeved red evening gown (Melania) and a strange Dalmatian-dotted day outfit (Ivanka).
The entire Trump family headed to London, including Tiffany, whose evening dresses looked more confining than delightful. They Instagrammed a lot of their journey, when not—yes, you Jared and Ivanka—lurking creepily behind curtains. (Surely, a royal servant should be dispatched to make sure they’ve actually gone.)
There were no fashion disasters, merely the lingering impression that the Trump family dresses as it comports itself on the national and international stage: they’ll do it their way, thanks. If you think they look “too much,” they most surely don’t care.
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