We're not entirely sure what that thing is either, Jennifer. Either it's some overexposure of the photograph that you're magically aware of, or it's the emergence of a black hole type vortex predominantly responsible for depositing celebrities in the back of Mitch Winehouse's cab a few years back.
Either way, you're falling out of your top and poor Lorde doesn't know where to look.
At least she came prepared with the pasties (this is the one instance they're allowed). Earlier in the night, Jennifer opted for a rather more demure, high-necked Dior dress, of the mullet variety.
We prefer the after party outfit too...
As predicted, there was no sign of Chris Martin despite reports he'd been slipping in the back entrance, stealth like. In the absence of photos, I'm just imagining him caked in mud, burrowing underground to London's Odeon last night.
