Lady Gaga took the famous Tiffany Diamond to its first award show ever, Jason Momoa wore a pink scrunchie and women everywhere fell even deeper in love with him, “Green Book” won best picture and no one was really sure why, Bradley Cooper and Lady Gaga’s onstage performance of “Shallow” brought sultry to an entirely new level, the award for best acceptance speech went to Olivia Colman, and the show went without a host for the first time in 30 years and it was a bit of a mess, but that’s okay because Marie Kondo was there.
Each season during fashion week, I take part in a shameless, yet addictive practice I like to call shoe porn.
And I’m here on the blog today to share my fun with you. Step 1: Get a fabulous pedicure so you can properly imagine how you will look in your new shoes. Step 2: Apply an under-eye mask because dark circles do not go with Prada slingbacks. Step 3: Pour yourself a glass of pinot noir and raise it high to all the designers crafting shoes you’ll never be able to afford.
Disclaimer: Using your rent money to buy expensive shoes is a very bad idea. Let the record show that I encouraged you to give your wallet to a good friend while having this experience.
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
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.
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.)
As much as I’d like to say I’ve always been uniquely me when it comes to clothes, I did in fact spend much of my early teen years in Hollister beach huts, begging my mother for those precious low-rise skinny jeans while she suffocated from the perfume stench. (Tell your children to shop vintage, ladies.) I wanted them, not just because it was the thing to do, but because I believed the misconception that not all jeans work for all women. Read More