You have to admire Helena Bonham Carter. If I were the one accompanying my husband to a ceremony where he's about to be awarded the French Order Of Arts And Letters in Paris, knowing that Marion Cotillard would also be there, getting the same honor, I would:
a. Freak out
b. Spend three days fretting about what to wear
c. End up wearing black from head to toe, just to be safe.
Not Helena. She's doing her own thing, looking like herself and doesn't care what we or Marion think. I adore her.