Not everyone is a shill. Shailene Woodley
would never sell out. She’s a free spirit.
She eats clay. I don’t believe you. Well, let’s ask
someone who knows. Oh, hi, Rachel. ♪♪ Oh, hey, Adam. I was just showing my elbows
to America. Golden Globe winner slash
goddess Rachel Bloom? This is the coolest moment
of my life. You look stunning. I bet you woke up
like this. Um, no,
I woke up like dis. And so did everybody
else here, yeah. Most of the time, we look
shlubbier than the crowd at a Dave Matthews
concert, but anybody
would look fantastic if they had a pit crew
of hair and make-up experts Frankensteining them
for six hours. Anyway…
Hey! Your frock looks fab.
Why did you choose it? Oh, I didn’t choose it.
Those people did. ♪♪ So, that’s my stylist and the designer’s
marketing team. My stylist tells me
what to wear and then the designer’s
marketing team says yes or no depending
on whether or not they think
I’ll sell the product. Sometimes, the designer
can refuse to loan somebody
a dress if that person doesn’t fit their brand
or has the wrong body type. That’s not style. That’s not fashion! No, it’s advertising, ’cause when
Mark McGrath asks, “Who are you wearing?” all of America will hear
that brand’s name. Exactly. I’m basically
a human NASCAR. Who are you wearing? Oh, thank you
for asking. My dress
is by Valvoline. (engine revving) And my shoes
are by Kraft. Kraft cheese. Oh, they’re melting again.