Sartorially speaking I'm so glad the awards season is over. I enjoy them as much as anyone. Not a dog fancier, I still love the Westminster Kennel Club show. I used to love Miss America, back when we were less enlightened. I've always loved the Academy Awards. Honk if you remember when they were sponsored by Toni Home Permanent. Nowadays I wouldn't miss the trifecta of Golden Globes, BAFTAS and Oscars.
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| Glenn didn't win an Oscar, but she wore one. |
What I don't watch is the red carpet. Plenty of people do, and they really care. The red carpet has become its own dog and pony show (two hours long on this year's Oscar telecast). Back in the day the stars tried to look nice. Those who wore crazy get-ups were known for their outlandish attire. Who can forget Cher in 1986? Only Cher should and could have worn this:
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| Wacky by Mackie |
Then came Joan Rivers, who found fault with almost everyone. She was very funny, and I miss her dearly. But if I were a celebrity crossing her path on the red carpet I would have been shaking in my Manolos.
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| Joan trying to blend in |
Now things have gone off the rails. Celebrities (or the stylists who dress them) try to outdo each other with one more bizarre outfit after another. I find myself saying, "What was she thinking?" or more and more frequently, "What was he thinking?"
Fashion and style are not the same thing. They are more like siblings who share some traits but don't always get along. Expressing yourself is one thing. Looking good while doing it is another. So, no, I'm not going to post my faves (there were some) or the horrors that should have stayed on hangers. I'm just breathing a sigh of relief we can finally get back to figuring out what to wear ourselves.
I'm pretty sure it won't be this, but—oh my—if it could!
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| Melissa McCarthy, presenter extraordinaire |
