Jennifer Lawrence Is the Black Swan to Paris Hilton’s White Swan

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In Darren Aronofsky’s 2010 thriller Black Swan, Natalie Portman plays Nina, a dedicated dancer striving to win the coveted part of the Swan Queen in her company’s production of Swan Lake. Problem is, her perfectionistic ways make her an ideal fit for the White Swan, but she couldn’t be further from the sexy, dangerous Black Swan. Mila Kunis’ free-spirited, body-inked character Lily, though, is perfect for the part. Eventually — spoiler alert! — Nina lands the role, but also goes batshit bonkers and starts peeling off her own skin and growing feathers on her arms before eventually stabbing herself with a shard of broken mirror. Womp.

I certainly don’t expect (or hope for!) early-aughts icon Paris Hilton to meet that same fate, but she did do a stellar job channeling Nina in White Swan mode at the New York City Ballet’s Spring Gala in New York last night. She wore a strapless blush-colored dress by Toni Maticevski, complete with a matching clutch, sparkling pumps, and some princess-worthy pink chandelier earrings from Jacob & Co. "It’s very nice," you-as-Vincent-Cassel’s-character say. "But I knew the white swan wouldn’t be your problem. The real work would be your metamorphosis into her evil twin."

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Enter America’s potty-mouthed sweetheart Jennifer Lawrence who, just across town that same night, hit up a VICELAND screening of Gloria Steinem’s Woman in a black bustier-topped Oscar de la Renta dress and a sheer lace skirt. Sexy! See-through! Similarly ballerina-inspired! I bet she even ordered a burger afterwards, because that’s totally a Black Swan move.

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If you listen closely, you can almost hear Paris whispering "It’s my turn..." from all the way uptown.