V Is for Vendetta Ventilated: Oh, hey there, January Jones' breasts. What's that you say? You feel really exposed, as if everyone is staring at you? No, you're not being paranoid. Everyone actually is staring at you, which is the entire point of this blood-red, open-air Versace gown. The more we see of the "Mad Men" blonde, the more we're convinced she's like a people-sized tube of Bengay, with the hot (her boobs, Cupid's bow lips) competing with the cold (her Hitchcock heroine hair, generally dour expression). On the plus side, at least January took a risk on what turned out to be a relatively meh red carpet, and for that, we thank her.