Don't get us twisted: We love ourselves some Christina Hendricks. Love the way she slides like a nuclear gunship around the Mad Men set. Love the color of her hair. Love everything about her.
But we're beginning to worry that her boobs have become self aware, and are creeping up her chest when she's not looking so that they can smother her in her sleep and take over.
To her credit, whoever put this dress on Hendricks did know how to tailor and fit a garment. And the cut of this L'Wren Scott number is well chosen. We also like the spangly sequins that make her look like a whole galaxy of hot.
But the boobs. They look...angry. Constrained. On a warpath with a northern trajectory.