Hey Monday, I'm off to London tomorrow for the remainder of the week and very much looking forward to my little jaunt across the pond. I'm sure I'll have loads to share with you on all things UK while I'm there...so look out for that.
Yea I know you want me to talk about the Oscars so ok. I do so reluctantly because the whole thing is such a bloody bore it's hard to watch. Seth McFarlane was completely outclassed- I love the guy and think he's brilliant and hilarious but this was not his crowd, though I'm glad it's not mine either. What a bunch of puffery. In this increasingly challenging world where humility and transparency are the new normals, how on Earth can any of us stand to watch some of these bloated speeches and self importance? Meh. I'm not so into it, but it is of course fun to watch the parade of skeletons aka red carpet fashion.
I remember a time when we didn't get to see the dresses until you saw the dresses. As in, at the actual awards shows. Now that our need and quest for all things immediate has squashed that, I can say that after the red carpet, I'm left with- what else you got?
All the girls were there, many in sparkly metallics as predicted- Halle Berry looked hot in Versace, Naomi Watts was amazeballs in Armani, and Stacey Kiebler killed it in Naeem Khan.
Jennifer Lawrence, my fav gal, looked gorgeous in Dior- no big surprise with that dress but still very lovely. And this may go against popular consensus but Adele's dress just did not work for me- she's a big lady but that dress was not doing her any favors, though her hair and makeup are always flawless . And don't get me started on Anne Hathaway's bizarre apron dress with nip problems. Of all the dresses she could have chosen- I loved the one she wore to perform with the Les Miz gang though- why on Earth did she not just wear that?
I care not that Helen Hunt wore H&M (it was not match for her sour puss throughout all of Seth's jokes, clearly she was not mad about him) or that Jen Aniston chose a dress that felt so off kilter for her. See here's my thing- these celebs have amazing bodies, the best hair and makeup, all the Botox and Restylane money can buy, and the best stylists from the world over. Yet, YET, the red carpet has become such a bloody boring place. None of the dresses had real personality, with the exception of Kerry Washington, in Miu Miu, who simply has a way. Also, Zoe Saldana's dress was tricky but she's fabulous and loves clothes and wears them so beautifully. I'm just dying for someone to go for it, I mean, really go for it. Where's Cher when you need her?
Other than that, I'm wondering if all of our celebrity obsession is finally hitting bottom. I'm so over all of them and the fact that we have to even say that girls like Lena Dunham are "real" is super irritating. Oh and my nod for best dressed? Mr. Bradley Cooper, looking very much like all that and about ten thousand bags of chips. And who pray tell is that dude who collaborated with Adele? Super. Handsome.
I'm giving this one to the boys- I'm sick of that lollipop head can't move or walk thing on the rouge carpet- if you can't walk up the stairs to get your statue then don't wear it. The women need to reclaim some comfort and ease while thanking the Academy. At least Ben and Hugh came bearded, which shows me they're pretty cool in their own skin, which is more than I can say for most of the ladies. Sigh. That's my rant for today - it's Monday and I have a post Oscar hangover, and no it wasn't worth it. Cause that's what's up this over celebritied Monday in the 212. Keeping it anonymous today, friends. See ya in London. XO