Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Her Vermilion Majesty

Pakistan's Foreign Minister Khursheed Mehmood Kasuri (R) greets his Austrian counterpart Ursula Plassnik at the foreign ministry in Islamabad March 14, 2007. REUTERS/Mian Khursheed (PAKISTAN)

It's tough to say what my favorite thing is about the above photo: Ursula's blinding, out-of-gamut ensemble*, the look of terror on the face of the Pakistani Foreign Minister, or the secret allegiance to Satan expressed in the friendly Diplamazon's peculiar hand gesture. Let's just agree that nothing compares to Ursula, OK? What? You want the matching armchairs view, too? OK:

*Don't get too close, because I'm absolutely certain one could contract mercury poisoning from close proximity to that scarf, died a shade of vermilion so obviously poisonous that even the best Leica lenses melt in the attempt to capture it


Anonymous said...

she looks likes she's suffering from consumption and has been wrapped in old bath towl. Pale lips and puffy face not exactly the look du jour (IMHO).

Matty Boy said...

Everyone knows of my UrsuLove, but our favorite fee fie foe fashionista lost possession of her senses when she bought this dress. She is completely drained of color by this awful top.

I think the Pakistani is more frightened of the possibility that she is a brain eating zombie than he is of possibility that she might step on him and crush him.

Lulu Maude said...

Goodness. I looked at these too early in the morning and nearly scorched the old cornea.

Red: the color of power... or of Nancy Reagan, depending upon your upbringing.

samael7 said...
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samael7 said...

Now she looks EVEN MORE like Wonder Woman with those stars!

Ohhh, Ursula, you can tie me up with your Golden Lasso and make me tell the truth any day! <3 <3 <3

(Previous comment deleted because I typo'd her name, and I couldn't bear to leave it. I cannot tell a lie!)

Dreux said...

the stars are all natural. while going for a stroll over some nearby mountains, beltiguese and the other stars of the little dipper, softly impacted her bosum and could not be asked to leave as their affection was beyond earthly measure. fondly,