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Pam Bondi is pretty painful in pink
Pink, in itself, isn’t Pam Bondi’s problem. In theory, it’s a shade with universal appeal. In practice, though, every attempt she makes to claim it as her own feels like an act of sartorial self-sabotage.
Consider, for instance, one of Bondi’s lesser-known, but no less confounding ensembles: a pale pink suit paired with a retro floral bustier that seems to have wandered in from another decade and dress code entirely. Donned next to Ivanka Trump, the jacket, soft-shouldered and businesslike, might have worked if left to its own devices. After all, it was the kind of Glinda-coded pink popularized by Ariana Grande whilst promoting Wicked. But the top beneath, with its oversized brown and blush blooms, clashes not just with the color of the suit but with the style itself. Fashion rewards rule breakers and risk takers, but it works best when grounded in a little theory.
Take, too, the asymmetrical pink dress she posted to social media. This was deeper in hue and worn to a friend’s birthday party at the Governor’s Club of Tallahassee. The dress itself, a halter-neck with an off-kilter drape, seems unsure of its own intentions. The fabric clings where it shouldn’t and droops where it might have held shape. What’s more, it ends abruptly at an unflattering calf-skimming hemline. Here again, pink is less the culprit than the execution. But it joins the growing catalogue of moments where Bondi’s devotion to pink outweighs the practicalities of fit and form.
