
When Angelina Jolie wore those stunning emerald earrings to the Oscars in 2009, I forgave every boring, black, Elvira-esque red carpet snorefest she made me endure from my glamorous spot on the sartorial sofa.
But the emerald glow has faded and, well, I just can't take it anymore.

Here she is in Los Angeles earlier this month for the Salt premiere. Black dress, diamond studs. Wake me when it's over.

Paris this week: Different dress shade, same diamond drudgery.

And in Berlin she didn't even bother!

Is anyone else as bored as I am? Or do I need to spend time worrying about more important matters. Like the Vogue September issue?