Yes, yes, I know. I recently ranted about award shows. Said I most certainly wouldn’t be watching last Sunday night’s Oscar telecast. And, at the time, I meant it. But I’m a woman, after all. I’m not ashamed to admit I like fashion. I’m not a slave to it, but I like it.
Guess I’m trying to find a way to tell you I have no resolve. Because I caved. I watched the Red Carpet. Okay, I’m weak. What can I say?
Truth be told, I also watched the show on and off, as well. But I’m only going to talk about the clothes. Except for these three comments:
- I thought the addition of the musical numbers helped relieve the tedium.
- I thought it was sweet when Dustin Hoffman looked up, up, up, up at Charlize Theron and told her she was a good dancer.
- Why can the Brits always manage to say “thank you” briefly, eloquently and elegantly, while the Americans blather on, incoherently, forever?
Back to the clothes. Personally, I was disappointed. As I have been, throughout the award season.
Frankly, I long for the good old days. Before stylists got in on the act. Before designers got in on the act. Before ‘stars’ were Continue reading