Style Matters


OSCARS EDITION

So the longest show on earth has once again come and gone and as the glitter dust settles and the Entertainment shows begin a week-long summing up, I’ll tell you who I thought rocked it on the red carpet (insert Cynthia Nixon joke here) in no particular order:

Reese Witherspoon

What works for the men (black and white) worked on Reese. Her Armani was unfussy and perfectly fitted. Her Angie Dickinson-esque hair was big and beautiful and as a former winner of a Best Actress statue, she wins my award for last night’s Best Dressed.

Hilary Swank

Wearing this Gucci, I thought the glittery part ended and became the feathery part at exactly the right place. The ombre effect was pretty and on-trend as were the feathers. She didn’t overdo it with fussy hair or a tonne of jewelry and looked great. I always forget about Swank until I see her, but she never fails to look like a million bucks.

Natalie Portman

The colour was beautiful on her and as the front-runner for her category, she was dressed like a winner. Her Rodarte was a last-minute change from the Dior she was going to wear. One wonders if the Galliano controversy had anything to do with her decision? Whatever the case, she looked stunning and if she disappears to raise her baby for the next ten years, this night was her perfect  (something something about Black) Swan Song.

I really wasn’t dazzled by anybody else. Maybe I’m being picky but there were some great looks that, for me, had flaws. Honorable mentions would be Gwyneth Paltrow, Mila Kunis, Mandy Moore (another of my birthday sistas), Halle Berry and Hailee Steinfeld.

And as always, there were some huge missteps. I won’t name names because they know what they did and are paying for it all over the internet today.

I will say Aprons are for kitchens. And that’s two in a row she’s messed up.

I’m probably the only one who didn’t like this, but I thought your red dress looked like a Baywatch bathing suit until the camera pulled back and showed the skirt.

Barnacles belong under boats. It wasn’t the usually impeccable Australian ladies’ night.

And finally, sticking a Union Jack sticker? Fake tattoo? Whatever the hell that was? to your leg doesn’t make you hip and irreverent. Am I the only one who is sick of her trying so damn hard to look like she’s not trying?

There was a wife of an nominated actor who had the ugliest dress of the night. Normally I wouldn’t pick on the wife of anyone since she’s not a celebrity, but this dress was so ugly I can’t let it go. I really can’t. 

With that, we close out the Awards Season for another year. That telecast was so damn long that it will take me at least a year to forget how boring these stupid shows are in the first place and get excited about watching once again. You’d think by now I’d know better.

And before you forget let me say again, , “For all my fashion-snarking, just know that I'm really just a gas-bag sitting at home in a T shirt and jeans. I'm not one to talk, but it sure is fun.”