Here is your real fashion insight from last night’s debate: while I suspected that Obama had a trunk full of identical suits, I had no idea that he had multiples of the same tie. And Tim Russert got hold of one!
The guys are stylin’ in their bright blue ties while poor old Hill can think of no better idea than brown tweed. You know the whole campaign team is suffering from he same lack of energy and despair when glamorous Huma and even 28-year-old First “Child” Chelsea appear on stage after the debate dressed in more brown.
It’s a sad parade of mousey brown. Looking like a bunch of house sparrows flapping around in the dirt, there’s neither sparkle nor frill among them. In fact, Chelsea is completely unadorned – not even a tweed jacket – and as such is appropriately attired for a funeral, save for the hooker makeup. Is it just me or did she miss the mark with that blusher? Perhaps she’s cementing her reputation as a listener not a talker, by drawing attention to her ear. The Clinton bag of tricks is bottomless.
Another sign of diminishment is the normal-sized handbag Huma has neatly tucked under her arm. Oh, Huma! Gone are the days of the oversized tote, overflowing with schemes and dreams. Now Hillary’s future fits into a 7×10 inch half flap clutch. A brown one.
Speaking of tricks, HRC makes good on her promise to control her husband by sending him to a “rally” in the boonies to speak from the back of a pick-up truck (Silverado One) and then taking away the rusty oil drums so that he couldn’t climb down and horn in on the post-debate photo ops.
Ole Bill passes the time by repeatedly moving his red clown nose from his face to his microphone and back again.