Well I’ll be. I don’t quite know what I’ll be, but surprised, pleased, and taken aback would all be appropriate reactions, and me, being the master of many feelings, hell’s bells. I AM EXPERIENCING THEM ALL at this moment.
This is Britney, photographed not a decade ago, not even six years ago – this is Britney, photographed in London. Today. Mahgod. And is that an engagement ring on her all-special finger? I think it kind of quite suspiciously looks like one. Maybe that’s the reason for all of this sudden clean-up of the hair, the eyes, the smile, the wardrobe. Maybe boyfriend Jason Trawick finally said, “Listen, Brit. You’re a sadsack. If you want to be my girl, you’re gonna have to get yourself right. Lose the ratty extensions, the heavy eye makeup. Smile for real, not like your body’s a dead vessel carrying a dead soul.” And maybe Britney, reached by these words somewhere in the depths of her being, responded. And this is what resulted. I think it might have been the use of the word “sadsack,” but hey, what do I know.
Isn’t life just amazing sometimes?
She looks good. The boot on the other hand…..
agreed, the boots are bad. her hair looks, admittedly better, but still seeing that ‘thereissomethingdeadinsidemelook’ in her eyes…mainly the second picture
Shoe-things bad.
She’s in the happy place. Man. Someone must have upped her meds. She has a textbook manic look.
I’d hate to be her bodyguard/minder.