I just can't get me enough of Ms. Mendes.
Not sure if it's her always glimmered to the hilt nut-brown skin, her sultry you-want-this-don't-you? photog face, those tremendous runner's calves (she claims to run 4 miles a day even on vacation) or her reliably ASJINE-approved sense of asset-flaunting, sky-high-heel-complementing, ladylike style, but whatever it is she's got, I not only want a piece but a wing, a drumstick and a nice juicy breast to go with it.
Perhaps it's that she has so many nice features from which to choose - legs, shoulders, skin, face, hair, arms, back - and so very few flaws - under-the-radar longtime boyfriend, having starred in a Will Smith movie - that I'm simply, utterly and completely in awe. I mean, only Eva could rock a demure, loose-fitting gold sheath, oversized black clutch and neutral slingback platform peep toes, an ensemble that on most women would look ho-hum, and knock it so far out of the park at this past weekend's Valentino-athon in Rome that women like Sarah Jessica Parker, Anne Hathaway and even the usually sublime Sienna Miller (though here, um, well, uh...I'm at a loss) in their much more amped-up gowns, were forced to lower their heads in we're-not-worthy defeat.