I saw lots of very lovely, appropriate dresses on the Oscar red carpet tonight. (I’ll include Anne Hathaway, whose “nipples” are actually — I think — darts in her Prada dress.) Like the Golden Globes, there was nothing crazy enough to warrant one of my coveted Best Dressed/Wear What You Want combo awards; Helena Bonham Carter is in the Hall of Fame already, so she doesn’t count. I’ll just bestow a regular Best Dressed award to Naomi Watts in Armani Prive.
Love the asymmetry and the perfect fit. I’d be happy to wear this one myself … though I’d go with a different color.
Maybe I have to invent a “Way to Be Sex-ay, Girl!” award for Salma Hayek. Her Alexander McQueen gown proves you can show off your figure without baring your breasts. I particularly appreciate it because I’ve seen way too much artificial-looking boobage in the couple of days I’ve been in Los Angeles. Also that updo … is there a tiara in there? A ribbon? Whatever it is, I like it.
In other hair news, E! television host Giuliana Rancic is “Most Improved” for getting rid of those gross, Real-Housewives-style extensions and going natural.
How refreshing! I certainly appreciate a good hair piece — like a faux-ny tail — for a special event, photoshoot, fashion show, or stage performance. But I see too many girls and women going to school and work with blatantly fake-looking hair hanging down to their asses, as if a reality-television crew is going to start filming them at any moment. It ain’t pretty, and I’m drawing the line. Stop it!