And neither, apparently, do her clothes.



I make no pretense of my general loathing for J Lo. Apart from her well-fed example of female physique I really couldn't care less.

Imagine my delight, then, upon seeing her in this getup! It's rare that Her Honorable Bootyness puts a sartorial foot wrong. This is a feast!

What is this thing? A clown costume stolen from the abandoned act "Plus Size Clowns: Bold, Big, and Scarier than Ever"? A swath of fabric left over from a circus tent? The Big Top itself?


Photos courtesy of The Rag.