Good morning, Monday. It does indeed feel like Fall has finally fallen. I wore a sweatshirt on my walk with Khan this morning and it felt great. I love the chilly air and hope it sticks around for a moment- because as much as I like chilly air, I'm not quite ready for the frigid version.
So last night was the Emmys and really, the fashion was completely on point. I have never seen so many near perfect looks- from the bevy of black dresses to Sarah Hyland's fabulous deep scarlet Zac Posen to Kerry Washington's sparkly Marc Jacobs just off the runway. Fabulous. And I loved the challenge of the heatwave in Los Angeles adding to the drama on the red carpet- it's not easy to wear a gown in that kind of heat, and kudos to most of the makeup artists who made looks that were sweat resistant- on second thought, maybe that's why so many had perfect glowing skin? The heat can be good for that.
But in all candor, I found myself bored. It's true there were many looks I would be thrilled to wear (Claire Danes with that chain link Prada number was just great), though her hair was not), but it occurred to me that these dresses, though stunning, were simply too much about fashion, and had very little to do with style. That's my issue. LET'S SEE SOME REAL STYLE. REAL PERSONAL STYLE. Sure, we all need a little help getting dressed, but I'd much rather see something a little bit personal (or a lotta bit) with all of those designer duds.
Every look was so carefully curated, orchestrated, and delegated by designers- sure Maggie G. and Elisabeth Moss looked fab in Oscar, but just not authentic to me somwhow. I didn't see anyone who was letting their own personality shine through, and that does not mean we need a Bjork/swan moment or a Lara Flynn Boyle tutu or even a Cher Bob Mackie. But everything just felt too attentive, too produced, and because of that, too boring.
That's why I changed the channel and queued up Keith Richards' documentary "Under the Influence", playing on Netflix right now. As you know, Keith is quite possibly my favorite icon and the film did not disappoint. He is a soulful person who knows who he is, where he comes from, and what has influenced all of his incredible music. And though many make fun of his wasted visage, his personal style is so on point, so incredible, so timeless and so very rock and roll. But most of all, it's all his. He gives not a single f about what people think of how he looks, and guess what? He always looks like himself. I love that.
I'm so bored with the calculated Hollywood fashion thing. It's time for some of these celebrities/clothes hangers to embrace something more personal. To me, there's very few who get it right- Julia Roberts comes to mind because she almost always looks like her- comfortable in her own skin but still so stylish and easy. It's true the dresses last night were lovely, but a toned down Lady Gaga though stunning was so disappointing. Let's have a few more personality injected into these red carpets- I'm well aware that being an actor is all about playing a role, but on the red carpet, I'd like to see something more personal, and less about looking the part.
Cause that's what's up this being myself kind of Monday in the borough of Brooklyn. Yours, in real style. XO