Imagine, for a moment, you're a twenty-something It girl with a big movie filled with even bigger stars--one who, somehow, insufferably, has an Oscar. It's the premiere of said big movie and you want to make a splash. To proudly announce, "Hey, world--gag on it!"
What do you wear?
If you're Margot Robbie--as we all should aspire to be--you wear a simple, understated, black dress with a giant gold sequined unicorn galloping up one side because, fuck it and fuck everyone else, you're a goddamn star now!
If you can believe it, the Alexander McQueen showstopper was actually toned down for the red carpet, which, A.) does not take kindly to exposed areolas, and B.) is nowhere to try out a nude panty.
Besides, when a mythological creature is your statement piece, who needs to flash a tit? It's overkill. And while Robbie's Harley Quinn from Suicide Squad is no stranger to overkill, she's also no fashion plate.
Margot Robbie, however, is earning her fashionista stripes, one horned horse at a time.
One more time for the cheap seats: YAS. KWEEN.