Here's Madonna at the Costume Institute Gala in NYC. I don't know what to say about this head piece other than at least it distracts slightly from Madge's frightening biceps. Slightly.
Some friends and I watched Truth or Dare over the weekend while putting booze in our mouths. I miss that Madonna. Methinks the gym-addicted, baby-buying, roid-popping, Kabbalah-practicing Madge of today wouldn't fellate a bottle on camera.
