I truly have no idea what went through Emmy Rossum's head when she picked out this monster orange dress. Was it, "I look hot...", or perhaps, "I look just like that Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade balloon I saw last year...Yea!", or "I'm so glad I fired my stylist right before this big event..."

Any or all of those things would apply in this situation. Her head looks like it was shrunken by some remote Amazonian tribe, next to the size of that billowy dress.

Emmy, we implore you, get a new stylist, buy a full length, non-funhouse mirror, and for God's sake, stop smoking crack while watching parades with big balloons in them.

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Labels: Emmy Rossum