Kirsten Dunst showed up to the New York premiere of “Hounddog” yesterday dressed to kill, and by “dressed to kill” I mean “she should just kill herself.” She attempted to usher back the suspender — whose heyday in the “Family Matters” era has long since past — with a spaghetti-strapped silk blouse and white flats. It looks like total shit. Fashion suicide. No one takes a woman seriously in fucking suspenders. The only time suspenders ever work is if they’re accompanied by a beanie, a jock strap and roller skates. Sorry, Jean Paul Gaultier — I thought of it first! Fashion Week, here I come!