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Hey ho, Sunday...I'm getting stoky stoked for the Oscars tonight, can't wait to see all the prettiness and I'm going out on a limb and saying there's going to be much in the way of metallics on the Red Carpet this year, as well as some brave souls who may very well do emerald green, the color of 2013 according to Pantone (Jessica Chastain, anyone?). And I can't wait to see Jennifer Lawrence, my latest girl crush, cause she KILLED IT last nigh at the Independent Spirit Awards in Lanvin (pic below).
Jennifer is a girl I really love- she's the girl next door but also a bit kooky, which adds to her endearing charm. She looks great in haute couture and equally as great being comfortable in something super low key. I think she's a fab actress, and I like how she always goes for it at all of those big awards shows. You can tell she is enjoying her place in the fashion who's who of late, unlike Ann Hathaway who clearly hasn't slept a wink since Les Miz wrapped- I find her "this old thing" and "oh my ga I'm so surprised! Another one?" attitude so very fake. Meh. I'm done with her.
In other news, the runways in Milan have been just sensational. I wasn't huge on the American shows (there were of course some standouts like Narcisco (whose sublime looks are above), Marc, and the Proenza lads who all did this stay the course and mind the gap thing exceedingly well. Clearly the designers have come to some consensus that Fall 2013 will not bear witness to any over the top trends, and as I mentioned before, I'm banking on the fact that all of this constant upheaval and tech innovation is making some of us crave a bit of sameness. The Brits were ok (I did like the cheeky heart print at Burberry), but the Italians have thus far encapsulated the joy of being a woman in the vein of someone like Jennifer Lawrence- wherein one moment you may want to be exceedingly comfy and simple and the next you want to be a complete man eating bombshell. (Cue My Prerogative by Bobby Brown).
All the heck over those Italian runways were looks for every type of woman- the sublime and insanely quiet silhouettes and Rothko-like palette at Jil Sander, the gorgeous classics at Bottega Veneta, the quiet fortitude of Trussardi and the gorgeous coats they sent down the runway in neutral tones to suit any shape and size, and Max Mara’s pajamas and coats that, though styled on the runway to make women look enormous (have never heard a woman ask to look bigger, ever), the basics were there for women who like a minimalist, classic and comfortable in their own skin look. But cut to Pucci. Cut to Dolce and Gabbana. Cut to the lovely girliness of Blumarine or the new shapeliness of Prada. Boom. Instant bombshell. Nobody does bombshell like the Italians, and though the looks were not so over the moon or over the top, they were indeed suited for women with a bit of kapow. Jennifer Lawrence, that means you. I myself find that one of the best things about being a woman is being able to own different mystiques at any time you want- whether it’s super comfy, classic, funky, bohemian, or siren. It matters not…we can do it all (haven’t we proven that anyway?). Those boots at Pucci are LETHAL. I love them. I’d wear them with short skirts, mid length skirts with a slit, and luxe leggings and a tee shirt. Bravo to the Italians for showing us what’s up- I’m a huge fan of their looks on the runway and there’s never been a better time to be a woman than right now, or in Fall of 2013. Either one. There's been much talk of late about whether women can have it all- with these collections I'd say yea definitely, as long as you dress accordingly.
Cause that’s what’s up this be who you are and wear what you want kind of Oscars eve in Brooklyn, New York. All the love and look for me later on Facebook, where you know I’ll be all the hell over the place commenting away…oh and PS- I am so feeling love for Argo- great film but also great fashion- Affleck looks studalicious and those huge glasses on everyone were fab. XO