This summer, think cotton candy pink, snow cone stained lips and greased lightening. Because the only thing more important than carnival food is the way your skirt falls across the Ferris wheel seat.
For those of you who follow me on social media, this is not news, but for those of you who don’t and have been wondering why I haven’t posted in a while, here is my sad excuse. Joking—it’s a very happy excuse. For the past five months, I have been planning my wedding to Zach Laidley. This fiery, red-haired almost doctor and I have been together for nearly nine years now, and I’ve decided that I think I’ll keep him around forever. Read More
All my life I’ve waited for the American fashion elite to make tiaras publicly acceptable. Now, not only do I consider tiaras acceptable in every day life, I also apply this logic to halos and papal headdresses. The 2018 theme for the first Monday in May, “Heavenly Bodies: Fashion and the Catholic Imagination,” (or as I like to call it, “name that religious figure or artifact”) is far more straightforward than the themes of Met Balls passed. Some left little to the imagination, and some missed the mark by a mile: The Gucci crew (which includes Jared Leto and Lana Del Rey) came as the father, son and Mother Mary, Lena Waithe came as a flag, Katy Perry wore angel wings, Evan Rachel Wood came dressed as wings, Ariana Grande wore the Sistine Chapel, Selena Gomez wore essentially the same look she wore last year (while I did appreciate and admire the added bible verses), the Kardashians might as well have been wearing paper bags, Blake Lively ordered a party bus for her Versace mega masterpiece, and Rihanna unseated the pope. Read More
It seems that I’m late to the shit-on-Mary Kay party. The Mary Kay problem goes all the way back to 1963. For anyone not currently up to speed, I’ll give you the short version: There’s a makeup and skin care company that found its way around some legal loopholes (it’s structured like a pyramid scheme, but calls itself something different) by recruiting individuals to buy their products out of pocket, sell those products to their friends and then recruit those friends. Read More
With a slightly cooler dress code and a few supermodels to spice things up, The Vanity Fair Oscar Party is the after party to end all after parties, welcoming A-listers of all industries to mix and mingle in fashion’s finest. Let me put it in perspective for you: I would rather attend the Vanity Fair Oscar Party over the actual Oscars. You can watch the Oscars online the next day. Call me crazy but I for one would much rather be sipping champagne and eating In and Out with Jennifer Lawrence than listening to yet another joke about last year’s best picture flop. After years of red carpet stalking, I can confidently say that the after party fashion is beginning to overtake the award show looks only hours before. Is it the exclusivity? The wide range of VIPs? The late hour? The collective looseness of all the hungry celebs who are finally done with their Oscar campaigns? Perhaps if someone would sneak me an invite one of these years I could find out…….. *ehem* Here’s lookin’ at you Vanity Fair. Read More
The Oscar went to all the people and films we knew it would, Rita Moreno arrived wearing the same dress she wore to the Oscars in 1962, a theater full of legally stoned fans got the surprise of their lives, Francis McDormand invited all of Hollywood to finance more female-led projects, #whywewearblack became #whywewearwhateverwewant, celebs donned sequins, patternless fabrics, bows, and bold hues, “The Shape of Water” won big, bringing amphibian love to an entirely new level, and there were just enough jokes made at the expense of last year’s best picture flop to satisfy us all into finally letting it go.
Do I even have to say it? Did you see the clean cerulean sequins on Mandy Moore? Did you experience the red-orange mash up—an incredibly difficult color combo—on Madeline Brewer? The bow tied buns of my 90s kid dreams on Millie Bobby Brown? THE DIOR HOROSCOPE on Natalia Dyer?! The only thing missing was a rainbow-maned unicorn and a shirtless Zac Efron. The Time’s Up movement is still with us, but the black looks are trickling out (at least for now). This colorful red carpet sent me to heaven and back. Enjoy.
Black is anything but simple. Black is a statement color, and in this case, it makes a very important one. This year’s all-black dress code at the 2018 Golden Globe Awards set the stage for one of the most interesting red carpet pre-shows I’ve ever seen. Read More
I’ve never before seen a woman wear horse heads over her boobies, but I will say this—that look is working (at least on Zendaya). There is no better event to build a best dressed list for than one planned and ordained by the fashion gods and goddesses of the world. It’s really way to much fun for someone like me, who loves any excuse to stampede my social media channels, stream events online and drink red wine in my PJs. Let’s raise a glass from our couches in tandem to all the celebrities willing to put in the red carpet effort. Neigh.
A conversation needs to be had about the thigh-high boot parade that flooded this runway. Boots first, Balmain later. The shoe collection this year—which, by the way, took six months to design, per designer Brian Atwood—felt like a bigger deal than the lingerie. From the distressed denim wonder boots on Lily Aldridge, to the sleek yellow-green PINK thigh-highs on Alanna Arrington, to the sexy lace-up lady assassin-style killers on Adriana Lima, the Angels took the boot trend to an entirely new height—pun intended. (If I start seeing 5-inch heel boots at DSW, Angels, I blame you. Not everyone has wings to break the fall when they trip on a pavement crack.)