Here I was pissin’ & moanin’ about lousy Melbourne weather during a Sydneysider’s visit, and setting fire to my Marc Jacobs jacket (ok that is still significant), when all the while fabulously famous people on the other side of the world were getting rained on in dresses worth more than my house. Not to mention all that work of having their faces ironed and stretched.
Actually I was glad of the umbrella action frantically going on in the background, because lord knows the dresses were bore-ring at this year’s Golden Globes. Do they all employ the same stylist? Because I could save them a lot of money: 1. Go to any designer and get a strapless dress with fitted body/fishtail hem; Make it fleshy pink colour – think Nicole. 2. Go to Bulgari and get as much bling as they’ll lend you (directly proportional to the takings of your last film). 3. Instruct hairdresser to create “undone” look of nonchalance for appearance of casual attitude (this will not be at all incongruent with the bling). 4. Go hungry for approximately 2 weeks before the show. 5. Botox yourself stupid. There – you’re good to go. 50 bux and we’ll call it even.
I watched and loved the show anyway, but where’s Biork when you need her? Bla bla yawn. Thank god for Cameron Diaz who pretty much always wears something fabulous and not cookie-cutter like. She would have been my chosen muse for the day had she not been so damn polite about holding the dress up off the red carpet (Rachel Zoe obviously has rules) and thereby not striking a single worthy pose. Le sigh. Is Alexander McQueen really that scary?
So alas, I went with Emily Blunt in her Dolce & Gabbana cookie-cutter frock and hair of nonchalance. When in Rome…
Oh and let’s not forget Nicole Kidman:
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CRAIG FREAKEN WEBB AH HA 01.21.10 at 8:41 pm
aren’t you forgetting Chloe Sevigny? Divine in Lilac Valentino.
Or Drew Barrymore looking celestial in Versace or Anna Paquin shimmering in Stella McCartney like human bullion?
C’est manifique, non?
Patsyfox 01.22.10 at 1:23 am
Chloe Sevigny needs to drop the classic ruffle thing. I’ve met her, she’s 5-foot-nothing and frankly is getting swallowed by those ruffles. Bof! Admittedly Drew looked pretty fab and seriously must have been hungry for a month.
As for the ho that appears to have stolen my boyfriend – NO COMMENT!
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