Lady Gaga had four outfit changes, Serena Williams wore sneakers, Jared Leto used his own head as an accessory, Zendaya and her stylist came as Cinderella and the fairy godmother (complete with magic wand), Ezra Miller’s seven-eye makeup art was a look to end all looks, Sophie Turner and Joe Jonas were twinning in Louis Vuitton, and Billy Porter was carried like an Egyptian queen onto the red carpet by six shirtless men.
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
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.
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.)
A select few tourists got the surprise of their lives, Meryl Streep received a totally undeserved standing ovation, protests were present in the form of ribbons and pins, the Damen-Kimmel “feud” escalated way beyond late night TV, cookies and donuts fell from the sky and Taraji P. Hansen could not have been happier, and in a hilarious mix-up during the Best Picture finale, the “La La Land” cast handed their Oscar statues off to the “Moonlight” cast. This year’s Oscars were memorable to say the least. The red carpet, not so much. Read More
Game of Thrones broke the record for number of Emmy wins, Jimmy Kimmel’s mom made 7,000 peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, Sarah Paulson brought Marcia Clark as her date, and the “Stranger Things” kids are the cutest human beings ever to walk the planet. Now, let’s move onto more important things—like couture. Read More
It’s Oscar Sunday: the pinnacle of award show season and the equivocal super bowl for many a movie goer. I mark the Academy Awards on my calendar-it’s that big of a deal-and not just because I have an excuse to watch a top-notch assemblage of films the week leading up to the big night. Each year I sit on the edge of my seat, ballot in hand, oohing and ahhing over the stunning fashion and sulking over Leo’s losses.