Everybody who was at Coachella’s second weekend now knows what it feels like to live in George Hamilton’s charbroiled shell, because the heat nearly burned everyone’s skin off and their nipple knobs split like a hot dog cooking in the microwave. And when the temperatures go up, the fuckery comes out to play. Case in point: Here’s Eric Roberts’ daughter, Emma Roberts, looking like a Natty-drinking, Nascar fan-humping, freon-huffing Panama Beach City beauty circa 1988. Bitch Vanessa Hudgens’ed out!
If you’re thinking that Emma really broke the style mold with her “tube top lost in a fight against a shredder” shirt and her fly wide open coochie cutters, then prepare yourself for the white mesh exquisiteness she brought during day 2 of Coachella. Julia Roberts, please have a seat, grab a note pad and let your niece show you how a style icon truly brings it. If you don’t like you should be dancing on the bed of a pick-up truck to Pour Some Sugar On Me, then you’re doing it wrong.
And I threw in some pictures of Kristen Stewart and RPattz, because they were a shredder fight away from being as lot lizard glamorous as Emma Roberts.