Oh Lordy, it was a week of slim pickings and yet more top fashion from Amal.
And within such a climate, what on earth is one to do, but laud Mrs Clooney with yet another (here and here) ACH Week’s best title?
To mix it up a touch, I decided to throw in a look – which I normally dislike – from one Naomie Harris.
You might remember her for playing the voodoo witch in the third Pirates of the Caribbean, but I shall remembering her going forward for this cut-away number.
But first to Mrs Clooney.
By all rights, she should be a first rate Human Rights lawyer, be married to the man formerly known as Hollywood’s MOST Eligible Bachelor, and wear clothes worse than a sack of potatoes.
Not so with Clooney – she puts the concept of having it all to absolute shame.
So here she is, the proof in her very own vintage Lanvin pudding. Wearing a couture-space-suit-culottes-crop-situ which is all parts excellent on her, when worn on anyone else, it would have been horrifically absurd.
Absolute power to her.
It takes a woman with a trunk-load of pizazz to wear reflective fabric in the style of culotte and chunky-vest crop, and if there is one to do it, Clooney is surely her.
Moving right along – we are a day late with this, and all – I would like to honour Harris for her cut-away number.
I had figured I was over this look – too many Gomezs, Swifts and Jenndashians, for my liking, had paraded the carpets with their hoo-haas and girls trapped by hap-hazard cloth – but for Harris in this sublime number.
Harris brings me back to a neutral home ground, where I am down with the cut-away and keen to see it more.
I think it may be the loose fit and its crisp simplicity.
The glory days, hey?