Kate Hudson, seriously, what the hell?
These are shots of Kate Hudson in the latest issue of W, and what the Baby Jesus is going on here? It looks like Kate’s supposed to be Robocop’s wife whose had some sort of sexual awakening and now likes chicks. Except later she’s murdered in an Olive Garden kitchen next to the sauce pans; I don’t even know. I’m pretty sure fashion photographers are just making shit up because, honestly, whose going to call them on it?: “Hey, uh, lay here next to the ravioli. Then kind of pretend you’re an ostrich whose father was never around. Perfect. Done. Easiest hundred grand ever. Now, let’s get mochacinnos!”