Lupita Nyong’o’s Marie Claire Cover Proves That She Can Pull Off Every Single Look

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Lupita Nyong'o's May 2014 cover for Marie Claire is out and now all I want to do is talk about the fact that there isn't one look in the whole wide world that she can't pull off. I don't want to sleep or read or drink my doctor-recommended eight glasses of water, I just want to drool over Lupita's flawlessness. Because you'd think there would be at least one thing that she'd look less than perfect in, like, say, drop-crotch pants made of bath rugs. But nope, she could probably definitely wear that and then make you want to do the same. It's like Regina George's nipple-less tank top in that way.

This month, Lupita shares the title of cover girl with Emilia Clarke, Kate Mara, Elizabeth Olsen, and Elle Fanning, who all look insanely beautiful on their covers. But just look at this pink satin dress on one of Lupita's, which appears to have dedicated a section to velcro straps. Not exactly on the money, if you will. But then look at how completely gorgeous she looks, not despite it, but while rocking it. Truly amazing.

Lupita Nyongo Marie Claire May Cover

(Photo: Marie Claire)

It really boggles my mind how I've never seen her wearing a less-than perfect outfit. I'm genuinely convinced that it has actually never occurred.

For example, this metallic number that could have gone wrong so many times but only ended up going right.

Lupita Nyong'o Non-Stop Premiere February 24 2014 Westwood California

(Photo: FayesVision/WENN)

Or this vibrant green belted gown that she absolutely crushed at the BAFTAs.

Lupita Nyong'o BAFTAs London UK February 16 2014

(Photo: WENN)

But what about off of red carpets, you ask? BAM, here you go.

Lupita Nyong'o February 15 2014 London UK BAFTAs Nominees Party

(Photo: Daniel Deme/WENN)

And let us not forget the Greatest Dress To Ever Dance Gingerly On The Oscars Red Carpet:

Lupita Nyong'o Academy Awards March 3 2014 Los Angeles California

(Photo: Apega/WENN)

I don't want to start making wild assumptions, but maybe it's forbidden by powers greater than my sweatpants-wearing mind can fathom. What do you say, Beyoncé, is it forbidden? (Ziiing!)