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Happy day after the Oscars, everyone! Like a kid on December 26, I’m slightly sad that it’s over but excited to play with my new toys, i.e., talk about dresses. So without further adieu, I bring you my 2014 Oscar Fashion Recap.
l to r: jennifer garner/pink/kate hudson |
Yes, I know, I’m picky, but these were literally my only three real favorites of the evening. There were a lot of other women that looked pretty, but these ones really knocked my socks off. First up, Jennifer Garner. I love a classic silhouette with an unexpected detail, and I thought she looked like on of the party guests right out of the Oscar-winning set of The Great Gatsby. I was sad not to see Pink on the red carpet, but I think she more than made up for her absence with this ruby red slipper-inspired gown during her performance of “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.” Although I’m not going to lie, I was half expecting someone to come along and rip the skirt off her as she was lifted above the crowd by circus wires. An aaagggh Kate Hudson (that was a good aaagggh) has just been killing it over the past few years on the red carpet. I was a little afraid that the cape thing was going to be all over the place on Sunday, and luckily, it was kept to a minimum and used effectively, like this half-one that lightly draped over her back.
l to r: jennifer lawrence/lupita nyong’o |
l to r: angelina jolie/ashley wagner/lady gaga/kristin chenoweth |
l to r: camila alves/jada pinkett smith/penelope cruz |
l to r: anna kendrick/charlize theron/anne hathaway/chrissy teigen |
I may have stated once or twice before that given my bias towards the color black, I’m not a huge fan of it for a head to toe look at an awards show. But the thing about this crop is that I pretty much like them, but I’m conflicted on parts of the dresses that I wish just weren’t there. I am kind of obsessed with Anna Kendrick, as is my husband, but she’s so cool that I’m like, “yeah, go for it.” I like that this is not just a black dress, but I just cannot decide if I like that detail in the middle. And the leg? Let’s just let Angelina hold onto that one, shall we? Charlize Theron is basically flawless, and I would estimate that my approval rating for this one is at about 95% (we only use very scientific fashion algorithms here at Lindsay’s Look). I just cannot fully support the shape of those straps. I know they’re connected to a full strap that just happens to be totally invisible, but I don’t feel like those blunt points are all that chic. I guess I just frankly don’t understand the purpose of having said see through area. I mean, it reminds me of those clear bra straps that were like all the rage in 8th grade, when you were trying to pretend that you needed a bra, but didn’t want people to see it (although let’s be real, you totally did). I feel like this is the first time I’ve seen Anne Hathaway in years, and I’m not sure about this halter dress that she decided to grace our presence with. It looks like someone demolished the Dancing with the Stars mirror ball trophy and slapped it on her chest. Finally, Chrissy Teigen mixed it up with a floral print that the more I look at it, I am not so much a fan of. I love pocket dresses in real life, but not for the Oscars. When you pose like this the whole time it just looks like you lost both your hands in a series of unfortunate events. Also, is the high-low hemline thing still happening?
l to r: karen o/emma watson/julia roberts/olivia wilde |
l to r: calista flockhart/cristin milioti/naomi watts/portia de rossi |
Do you think there was an email chain in which former cast members of Ally McBeal were like, “hey, you going to the Oscars?” “Uh, yeah, totally.” “Me too. Brilliant idea- let’s grab our grandmother’s tablecloths that have been in the attic for like 47 years and make dresses out of them.” “Totes magotes. Text me later.” Okay, fine, that may not have been the conversation exactly, but how else can you explain both Calista Flockhart and Portia de Rossi showing up like this? And I’m sorry, I am really not trying to be mean (it just happens sometimes) but does Calista all of a sudden look super old? I always thought she looked like a teenager next to Harrison Ford, now I think she’s starting to look like his twin sister. She’s 49, not 65. One fresh face you may not recognize is Cristin Milioti, as her only real claim to fame so far is that she’s the Mother on How I Met Your Mother. Oh, apparently she was also Leo’s first wife in Wolf of Wall Street, except when I saw her on the red carpet I got nervous that the Twilight series was coming back. Like, seriously, she looks like a vampire. That shade of lipstick flatters no one. I was so bummed to Naomi Watts in this shapeless white frock that looked like a beaded t-shirt dress, especially after she look so good last year. And I just will never get why people think it’s okay to wear their hair so purposely unstyled. Thanks for putting the effort in and simply flipping your part to the opposite side. And poor Portia, wearing that doily dress that reminds me of a less exciting version of the Spirograph drawings I used to do when I was a kid.
l to r: amy adams/idina menzel/sandra bullock/viola davis |
l to r: kristen bell/kerry washington/jessica biel |
l to r: bette midler/meryl streep/liza minelli |
l to r: cate blanchett/sally hawkins |
Alright guys, this is it. We are officially in it. Awards season has truly begun. I’m not sure if any of you put my awards essentials to use, but I certainly enjoyed my evening right where I wanted to be: on my couch, in sweats (with the tuxedo t-shirt, of course) cozied up with a glass of pink wine with all my tech devices in reach (for easy access to the new Facebook page). It was another banner year filled with winners (J.Law, again), losers (E! and their “fun facts”), surprises (Brooklyn Nine Nine, anyone?) and WTF? moments (bless your poor drunk heart, Jacqueline Bisset). But of course, my favorite thing is always the fashion, or sometimes lack thereof. So let’s delve right into our Globes get ups.
l to r: jenna dewan-tatum, amy poehler, margot robbie |
l to r: kate beckinsale, michelle dockery, julianna margulies |
l to right: helen mirren, taylor schilling, olivia wilde |
l to ri: emma roberts, leslie mann, sofia vergara |
l to r: uma thurman, cate blanchett, jessica chastain |
l to r: emma thompson, hayden panettiere, melissa mccarthy |
l to r: drew barrymore, sarah hyland, maria menounos, aubrey plaza |
l to r: kerry washington, robin wright, naomi watts, kate mara |
l to r: allison williams, lena dunham, zosia marmet, jemima kirke |
Oh, the Girls. The voices of our generation. Hopefully they’re not the fashion icons of our generation, because if that’s the case, we got a problem. The normally gorgeous Allison Williams is looking a little zombie-esque in this black and white gown topped with… fur? And extra straps? Like, what is that? It’s like she’s in a zebra print straight jacket. She looks so scary and thin I just want to throw sandwiches at her. And then there’s Lena Dunham, who no matter what will never have people not talking about what her body looks like in or out of clothes (mostly out). I could care less about her body, I actually think this dress is a good color on her, but I find the top to be very ill-fitting. When I was a teenager, a guy once told me that girls shouldn’t wear tube tops (which I happened to be wearing at the time) because no matter how thin you are, it gives you armpit fat. Confidence = crushed. And now I have a fear of strapless. I’m not saying anything about her body, but I think that because the cups of the dress are too small in the bust area, it is causing things to runneth over more than they normally should. What I mainly cannot get past is that hair. I mean, did she sleep on it wrong and just threw a clip on the front? That is not a hairstyle. I think he hair looks good now that it’s growing out, and I saw a picture of her recently with a really fierce flat iron job. Find that person who did that to you and ask them to move into your house, pronto. I sort of like the dress that Zosia Marmet has on- of all of them, I think it looks the best (although it’s a tad long. I mean, what’s a hem, $9?). And I am loving this new bob on her. But why does she always look so irritated? She’s the wackiest character on that show, and here she just looks like she smelled a bad smell. As for Jemima Kirke, well, I just have no words. I’m convinced that she’s not even a real person and that Jessa is her true identity. They seem to share the same clothes. I’m pretty sure I wore a cuter version of this same dress to my fifth grade handbell concert.
l to r: lupita nyong’o, giuliana rancic, julia louis-dreyfus |
l to r: amy adams, taylor swift, edie falco |
l to r: paula patton, rashida jones, kaley cuoco, zooey deschanel |
l to r: jennifer lawrence, heidi klum, julia roberts, sandra bullock |
l to r: emma watson, tina fey, julie bowen, zoe saldana |
I did not have Emma Watson on my worst dressed list until a full twenty four hours after the show. Why? Because I feel like I was tricked. I was played. There I was, the whole night thinking she looked so beautiful, predicting her to be at the top of every best dressed list, including my own. It wasn’t until I was clicking through the full arrivals gallery when I saw the back of this atrocity. I know you can’t see it in this photo, so let me describe it to you. It’s basically a backwards bathrobe tied together over pants. Black pants. High-waisted black pants. I just… I don’t… I mean… I can’t. And Tina Fey. Talk about fashion relapse. She looked so amazing last year, and when I saw her in this Carolina Herrera floral (?) gown on the red carpet, I literally winced. Thankfully, she changed by the time she took to the stage for hosting duty. I really do not have any words for Julie Bowen. Actually, I do but they’re not my words, so I have to give credit where credit is due. Thank you to Heather, who pointed out on Facebook that she looks like one of the Red Hat Society ladies. Also I missed the moment where colored velvet is in again. And last but not least, Zoe Saldana I think takes my own personal worst dressed title for the evening. This dress is too much dress, yet half a dress at the same time. Apparently she thought more is more, and much more is like totally more, so there should just be MORE. Each of these elements aren’t even that cute on their own, and shoved together it just looks like a fashion school project gone wrong.
It’s the most…wonderful time… of the year!
Yes, it may be January (and 50 degrees if you’re on Nantucket), but my favorite event is finally here.
Although the Emmys were in September (and no, I don’t want to talk about it) and the People’s Choice Awards just happened on Wednesday, this is the big time. Starting tomorrow with the Golden Globes all the way through March 2 when we end with the Academy Awards, we are in it. It’s all happening. And it is glorious!
Surely someone as invested as I am must throw some fabulous awards show soiree, one would think. However if you have ever experienced an awards show with me, you know that I am something of a hermit when it comes to the actual event. That’s right- I like to be totally alone. Unfortunately, I usually end up with the peanut gallery snickering in the corner, but for the most part, he’s quiet. I like to totally focus on the show and everything about it- I don’t want to miss a moment. Me and the internet spend like eight hours together breaking down every moment of it. Personally, I’d rather “watch” it with my friends via Facebook & Twitter than feel the need to entertain people in person while trying to concentrate on the show.
Is that weird? Maybe. Bitchy and antisocial? According to Steve, yes. But I don’t tell him how to watch hockey, so he has to give me this. These awards come once a year! Sports are like three times a week for months. #overit
Regardless of my preferred isolation, I have been gathering ideas over the years in case I was to ever host some sort of fabulous fete. I also have certain essentials that I help me to truly enjoy the awards watching experience. Here are a few things I have decided that no true Hollywood trophy junkie should be without:
phone/cookie/hot dogs/placecard holder/napkin/nails/album/pants/shoes/ballot/book/bingo/champagne |
The first step for any show is to be prepared. If you’re not familiar with anything nominated, you’re not going to care one way or the other who wins. You gotta have someone to root for! There’s many ways you can do this, for example, the Grammys release an album containing songs of a lot of the major nominees (it’s out January 21). Movies are a little harder, because you have to make an effort to go out and actually see them.
If you are going to entertain, jazz it up a bit! This is literally the most important time in the entertainment industry. Take a cue from the glitz of Hollywood and add a little glam to the table. These glitter cork place card holders sparkle like the bright lights of Tinseltown, and atop this envelope-style folded napkin, you’ve got a table that rivals that of the Governor’s Ball. Of course, you can always go casual with an all-American favorite like hot dogs, dressed up with a napkin tuxedo! I may start doing this with my franks just for fun.
Whether you’re toasting yourself or at a viewing party with others, you want to look like you’re ready for a party. Just because I stay in doesn’t mean I don’t put on my award show best. Two years ago, I rocked a tuxedo t-shirt so I could be formal yet comfy:
It’s taken me a week to write this post. Partly because I’m still recovering from the too much champagne/not enough sleep whirlwind of a wedding weekend, but also because, like a child, I needed to chill the eff out before I could use my words to express how I feel.
Let me not be a huge bitch and start off by saying that the wedding was beautiful. I was lucky enough to be a bridesmaid in my husband’s sister’s wedding last Saturday, which has nothing to do with this rant. I was honored to be asked to support her as she (finally!) tied the knot with a wonderful man and everything about the whole weekend was fabulous.
However, due to being in said wedding, I was not in my usual viewing spot three hours prior to the 65th Annual Primetime Emmys on CBS on Sunday night. We wanted to have as much time with the family as possible, so we opted to take a later boat back to Nantucket that evening. Because we had taken our car over, we had to take a two hour boat ride instead of my usual one hour high-speed ferry that left Hyannis at 8 P.M., the exact moment the show started (don’t get me started on the three hours of preshow coverage I missed- we all make sacrifices).
The entire ride to the dock, I had been attempting to get any nugget of video that I could showcasing the stars arrivals. Normally, I am planted on my sofa, hanging out with my friends Guiliana, Kelly, and George (and if I’m lucky, Ross!), updating my social media platforms with my very honest thoughts about what the TV-lebrities are wearing on the red carpet. So I went to my E! Live from the Red Carpet app on my iPhone, as I thought I could trust them to relay to me all the usual up to date coverage. But no such luck. Well, sort of. While the app did show a stream of the red carpet, it looked so different than the normal show that I couldn’t get into it.
Biggest issues- it was hosted by Kristin Dos Santos (of Watch with Kristin on E!) and some guy I had NEVER seen before. Like not even Jason what’s his name or the blonde flamboyant gentleman that is BFF’s with G and sometimes take street polls on E! News. So I missed my usual peeps. The other issue was without the red carpet interviews (these two were in a studio what could have been miles away from the actual theater just talking about the people entering, not to them) and the commercials, the entire stream ran with this annoying techno music that I never realized is always playing during the live show, because there’s usually a lot of noise and people talking that drowns it out. Every three minutes, Steve would yell out, “are they at a club?!” and after a few segments, I couldn’t handle it. I left in search of greener pastures.
I tried every entertainment app I had ever downloaded in the history of my iPhone. My first inclination was that the actual licensed Emmy app would show it, but no dice. After trying PopSugar, Entertainment Weekly, People, Us Weekly, and Perez Hilton, I gave up. Some had photos (not super updated though- I need REAL TIME, people!), others had shotty live feeds that blurred in and out of focus (once again, I would like to quote my husband, who upon seeing video chats feels compelled to scream, “it’s 2013- we can put a man on the moon but WE CAN’T HANDLE VIDEO CONFERENCING,” to which I like to remind him that there’s been a man on the moon since the 1960s). I figured it better to focus my attention and battery life on the actual show once I got on the boat and could get on the wifi.
We arrived early and waited to drive our cars onto the boat. Steve offered to have me walk on the boat earlier to get settled, but I have this weird fear of the ramp breaking away and falling into the ocean (which may also explain my fear of bridges). I figured I would contain myself and just drive onto the boat with him like a normal human being, which was the last time I exhibited that behavior for the rest of the voyage.
The second the car was in park, I bolted to the seating area. I literally left Steve behind and was all like, “peace, suckaaah.”
There’s two boats you can take your car on, one you have to sit in the car the entire trip and the other has rows of seats and a snack bar and such. And TVs. We were on the latter. But despite running I wasn’t the first person on the boat, and there wasn’t a clear ideal seating area. There were a few burly guys already plunked in front of the flat screens, staring at the football game that I could only pray was about to end. To cover myself, I immediately pounced on the only Steamship Authority employee I could find (at the snack bar) and interrogated her about what a girl had to do to watch the Emmys in this joint. She blandly informed me that I had to speak to the “controller” who sat in a booth in the middle of the boat with a desk and a cot in it (which after seeing it, I can assure you is the WORST place to work or sleep). You can imagine my horror to find that the booth was empty.
I decided to be proactive and find my seat. I must have sat in at least five different spots before I found myself immediately in front of a flat screen that I could almost sort of here… right above my head.
are you there, emmys? it’s me, nph. |
Have you ever been late for a movie and forced to sit in the front row, but you already paid like $14 for your ticket and you just really wanted to be able to say that you had seen a movie in the theater since The Notebook? So you bear through it and stay, hoping your husband will massage out the crook in your neck later. I even made friends with the girl next to me (after all, there were a thousand seats available and I sat in the one directly next to her) and she seemed to understand my life’s purpose. I mean she also put on headphones and read a book, but she got it.
I had only missed a few minutes of Neil Patrick Harris’ opening montage when Steve found me. As we settled in, I positioned my iPad mini and phone to be at my maximum social media reporting. As I stared up at NPH’s beautiful dainty face, the unthinkable happened:
The channel changed… to football.
I would like to take this moment to say that I am not a particularly angry person. I have never been in a fight. I never scream or yell if I am upset. I have never hit anyone or anything out of frustration or anything resembling it. But in that moment, my blood boiled. If I was a mother whose child was in danger, this would have been my “lift a car” moment. I jumped out of my chair and went to hunt down this so called controller. I found him at his dreary desk and just burst out, “what happened to the Emmys? I was just watching them, and the channel changed. How can it be changed back”
He stared at me blankly, as if this was the first time he had ever had such a request. “Well, uh… four people asked that it be changed to football. So I changed it.”
Unacceptable. “Okay, well football has been on for the last six hours, and it’s not even the Patriots playing. They finished their game this afternoon. The Emmys are on once a year.”
“Well… didn’t you record it?” he responded, void of every emotion that normal humans are capable of.
What I think I meant to say was, no sir, I did not record it. While I am normally on my DVR like white on rice, I have had a busy week preparing to be a bridesmaid, which is a hectic and emotional experience. Not to mention I knew I would be returning at the exact moment the show started and assumed that one television set on a boat with at least six of them would be broadcasting the most important television event of the year. Also (and this is none of your damn business but let me enlighten you) I have a very demanding award show routine that requires constant updates in real time on all channels of social media, which I certainly cannot do watching a recording.
But instead, a trail of verbal diarrhea came out that very unintelligibly sounded like, “uh, I um, well, no… I was in a wedding… dress, bridesmaid, blugdsadhkfadshtr…” Because instead of feeding off my anger, I just get flustered and all the words in my head try to escape my mouth at the same moment.
I gathered myself and tried to think rationally. “Surely, you can put at least one television on the Emmys so the travelers outside of the four people that need to see this game have another option of something to watch.”
“Well, no,” he said. “All the tv’s need to be on the same station.”
All of them. ALL OF THEM. It’s twenty thirteen. Again, people in space, but ONE CHANNEL per six televisions. What is my $160 round-trip ticket going to?!
Because I can’t have the last word in a firm and powerful way, I choked back tears as I shuffled back to my seat. My former Emmy BFF was already asleep. So much for solidarity. Steve was staring at his phone trying not to make eye contact with me.
I collapsed in my seat, filled with the fire of a thousand suns. I had never been so angry in my entire life. And then immediately after, I was mad at myself for being angry, because I knew I was being irrational. But I didn’t care. I couldn’t stop the hatred I felt deep within my soul for this stupid sport that was rapidly ruining my life (or at least my evening).
I immediately flashed back to high school physical education class when the kids that played sports acted like they were God’s gift to the gymnasium because they could kick a ball or run a mile. I’m not saying that kids shouldn’t be active or take care of their bodies. I’m talking about the mindless drones that treat sports and professional athletes as if they are contributing something to society (you know, other than killing people and getting busted for steroids). l think football is the most is the most boring sport to watch, exacerbated by the fact that it is on for hours upon hours, consuming fall Sundays and clogging arteries with orange nacho cheese substances. I could care less about any of the coaches or the players, unless they are sleeping with a Kardashian, and even then, it barely seems worth it to learn their names. It doesn’t matter that it has been ten years since I was in high school, in that moment, all I could think about was that the jocks win and the theater kids lose.
For a moment I considered starting my own campaign of the non-meathead passengers to find five people interested in watching the Emmys to counteract the channel change request. After all, if it hadn’t been for the success of the early days of television, people wouldn’t even be able to watch sports on TV, so how about a little respect? While I sort of wished I had taken a stand, the adult in me reminded myself that while I felt alone in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, I would soon in fact return to an island in which I did not wish to be known as “that crazy award show girl” on the boat (I’ll stick with the internet, thank you very much).
Instead, I sprung into action, hoping that the wifi would prove to be my best asset under this fascist regime. I mean, that’s one of the reasons you get a tablet, right? Those people in the commercials are always streaming with such ease. Surely, I would soon be one of them.
Unfortunately, unlike the Hyline fast ferry, the wifi was spottier than Aaron Hernandez’s alibi (get it? Because of THE MURDER), to the point that I lost it entirely about halfway through the trip. Even in the brief moments I had it, I couldn’t find the show streaming anywhere, which really pissed me off even more, since there is an actual Emmys app. If you can’t get it there, what’s the point?!
One place you can get it is on your husband’s ancient HTC phone that just happened to be picking up 4G. He was able to find a random stream of the live broadcast (by Googling it, of all things) and propped it up in front of my now useless iPad for my enjoyment. It was just one of many times that I was reminded why I married him.
best seat in the house. or on a boat. |
I opted to take my tiny viewing to the level where our car was, as I couldn’t continue to breathe the same air as the traitors on the upper level much longer. Plus, I also forgot my headphones and couldn’t hear the telecast over the sounds of the six televisions. I caught about seven minutes of the show before we lost our connection, catching the end of Julia Louis-Dreyfus winning Best Actress in a Comedy for the 18th time.
And then, I cried.
I am completely serious. I just broke down and cried. Like actual tears. I shut the iPad, turned off the phone, curled up in a ball in the passenger seat and just cried. I cried out of frustration, anger, and the embarrassment of acting like like a child, but at the same time, not really feeling sorry about it.
Steve tried to comfort me, but I could tell he thought I was being a little ridiculous, and that it wasn’t actually worth shedding tears over. He later told me that he was so relieved when I gave up and fell asleep, because he had been fighting the drowsiness of his Dramamine in order to help me and he didn’t know how much longer he could last.
I tried not to think about all the conversations happening without me on Twitter and Facebook. I pushed out of my brain the thoughts of all the moments I missed, including the tribute to Cory Monteith that I knew was being presented. I ignored the urge to continue to check my nonfunctioning phone to catch a glimpse of any red carpet fashion that I no doubt would be a day behind on in comparison to the rest of the blogosphere. I just relented, gave into my own weariness from a sleep-deprived weekend and chalked it up that this would be one of those “life’s not fair” moments.
And yes, just to repeat so that I’m not the worst human being on the planet, I get that this is minor. It’s nothing compared to the hardships that so many people face on a daily basis. It’s not the worst thing that has happened to me this year (this month, maybe). This is one hundred percent a #firstworldproblem that most would barely bat an eye at. But for me, it’s more. Award season is my favorite time of year. Unlike sports games that are aired multiple times per week for months and months (and rerun on sports specific channels on repeat), this is a one night only scenario. It’s a time that makes me feel like I have found my calling, despite annoying everyone on my feed, and you know, not getting paid for it or anything. I don’t know how else to explain it. I felt like I was missing a chunk of my soul.
But I’ll get over it. Because like everyone says, it’s just TV. Nobody died (well, except for those poor “In Memoriam” people) and the sun still rose and set in the following days.
But I really do hate football.
-L
So once again I am excited for the MTV Video Music Awards tonight, even though it seems that the days of this show being entertaining are long behind us. I know I’ve watched the past few years, and I can’t recall any specific shows that I was wowed by in any terms other than providing me house of live Facebook status fodder. Even more recent shows featuring hosts that I was excited about (Chelsea Handler, Kevin Hart, etc.) have fallen flat in comparison with VMA’s of years gone by (I mean, I never thought I’d actually miss a Wayans brother in anything).
But thanks to my BFF, the Internet, I took a stroll down VMA memory lane and compiled a list of some of my most favorite and also most cringeworthy moments of the past ten years or so (and yes, I know that there were many years of history-making moments before then, but I regret that I wasn’t even alive the year that Madonna writhed around on the floor in a wedding dress… well at least, not the first time).
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2000 was the year I remember being really excited to watch this show. I was 15, and this was like the height of the TRL era of MTV when Brit Brit reigned supreme. I remember thinking when she came out in an all black suit with he hair tucked up into a fedora that something was about to go down. When she ripped of her ensemble while performing a medley of “I Can’t Get No Satisfaction” and “Oops I Did It Again” and revealed a nude, crystal-encrusted bikini top and pants, teenage girls everywhere immediately developed a body image disorder and tried to figure out where you could still purchase a crimping iron. This was the height of Britney hotness, and to this day if I’m ever asked what kind of girl I would be interested in if I was a lesbian, I always say, “Britney Spears VMA’S 2000.” And they understand.
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charlize theron, sally field, jane fonda, reese witherspoon |
naomi watts, halle berry, jennifer hudson |
jennifer aniston, helen hunt, jennifer garner |
zoe saldana, quvenzhané wallis, kerry washington |
octavia spencer, jennifer lawrence, kristen stewart |
adele, salma hayek, samantha barks |
amy adams, jessica chastain, amanda seyfried |
catherine zeta-jones, norah jones, renee zellweger, nicole kidman |
melissa mccarthy, anne hathaway, brandi glanville |
I have to admit, the Grammys aren’t one of my favorite award shows as far as style is concerned. It’s definitely the most relaxed of all the “big” awards, which means that a whole bunch of people show up dressed like assholes. The Grammys apparently thought they were one step ahead of everyone by sending out a serious “memo” about what celebs should and shouldn’t wear, which it’s clear that everyone promptly laughed at and threw away, or just didn’t read at all. I think the fact that they even felt that it was necessary to send out a list of such fashion constraints shows the level of class we’re talking about here. None of this shiz would ever go down with The Academy.
But I digress. We still need to talk about these hot musical messes.
After digging through all the photos, I was only able to pick out two stars that I felt were appropriately dressed/looked amazing/didn’t embarrass themselves:
I usually don’t care for Rihanna, because let’s face it- girl makes crazy stupid decisions, from her romantic life to her clothes to the sheer amount of naked photos she has on Instagram. I’m sorry, I know the world loves her, I get that every single one of her songs have hit number one, she’s so edgy, blah blah blah. It kills me every week how my beloved Fashion Police do nothing but sing her praises when it comes to style- whether she is wearing a trench coat and nothing else or if she’s rocking 90’s acid washed cutoffs. No thanks. But I was pleasantly surprised when she showed up on the carpet rocking this gorgeous flowing number because I couldn’t remember the last time I looked at her and thought she was classy. Of course, she couldn’t go for it all the way, and just had to have a completely sheer top. It’s safe to say I’ve seen enough of Rihanna’s nipples, and I think the rest of the world has too. Solange gets the majority of her coolness quotient by way of proximity. I mean she is Bey’s little sis and spent her Grammy evening in the front row, knocking back flutes of champagne with bro-in-law Jay-Z. Normally she’s dresses a little nutty for me, but I thought this emerald gown was so beautiful on her. I’m totally jealous of people that can rock the color of the year, because green is most certainly not, nor has ever been, my color. She quirked it up a bit with her choice of shoe color and her signature ‘fro, which I adore on her.
Taylor Swift’s dress would be okay if she hadn’t added that stupid silver t-strap in the front. It reminds my of those old metal back braces that kids with scoliosis had to wear back in the day (all I can think when I look at this is “Kristy Masters stuck magnets to your back…”). And I’m sorry, I cannot get behind the milkmaid braid, no matter how trendy it is. I know that I had specifically called out Adele for being amazing at everything except for dressing herself. She always wears something black and boring. Well now I wish that she had just thrown on another raven frock. I mean, how many of Mrs. Roper’s dresses had to die to make this number? I’m glad that she finally accented her waist instead of wearing something shapeless. The clashing print on the shoe is offending my eyeballs, though. Adele, please please PLEASE redeem yourself at the Oscars, I beg of you. I cannot believe Beyonce had the nerve to do this to us after showering us in amazingness at the Superbowl. I mean, what the eff. When I look at this, I feel anger inside. I mean, it’s music’s biggest night and you show up in yoga pants. FOR SHAME, Bey. For shame.
Does anyone else look at this dress on Jennifer Lopez and just think “desperate?” We get it, J.Lo- you’re sexy. You’ve got the young (possibly homosexual) boyfriend, the gorgeous bod, and a decent career despite a few crap rom coms. So why does she have to try so hard? This dress has all the sex appeal of a Hefty bag, minus the crazy leg slit (which we have seen before, no? It’s not like this is a groundbreaking moment in fashion here). I.am.so.bored. Also I’m going to need some more fullness from her topknot. It looks like a weird little growth on her head. It’s called a sock bun, Jenny. Own it. Hi, I’m Katy Perry, and these are my breasts. No really, how can you ever expect anyone to take you seriously (or look you in the eyes) when you’ve got these bazongas on display? I don’t knock her for having curves- I just feel like this dress is like a car accident. You know you shouldn’t look, but you can’t stop staring. Also there’s no hairstyle I despise more than a middle part with NOTHING HAPPENING at the bottom. Although maybe she just gave up because she knew nobody would be looking at her hair anyway. I was completely disappointed with this whole Easter Elvira look. I can’t say anything bad about Kelly Rowland except for I’m concerned for her. I mean even the smallest movement could have resulted in a wardrobe malfunction. I think her bangs are banging, not to mention her body is too. But damn girl, those are a lot of cutouts. I know you’ve spent many years backing up Beyonce, but it’s like she’s wearing a sign that says “LOOK AT ME!” with an arrow on it. And that arrow is pointing to her vagina.
Alicia Keys has certainly come a long way from those cornrows with all the beads, hasn’t she? I don’t really have anything specific to say about this one. I think she looks… fine. Except the top of her dress looks like it came from a handbag. I never quite know what to think of Carrie Underwood’s style. Obviously she’s gorgeous and has never had a bad hair day, but I think she just misses the mark sometimes. This dress looks like something a woman twice her age would wear. I think the necklace ages her too, which is crazy, because Jessica Alba wore a similar necklace to the Golden Globes and I was obsessed with it. It just didn’t work this time. I also think she has too much hair for this look. She could do without about half of those extensions and slightly less bangs in the front. Plus she was missing her best accessory- her hockey husband, Mike Fisher. Oh, Carly Rae Jepsen. What are you even doing here? I mean yes, theoretically, she was nominated and everything. But did anyone think that “Call Me Maybe” would last beyond summer twenty twelve? I feel like she was styled by the costumer from Dynasty or something. From the blue eyeshadow to the bangs to the too old for her gown (although it turns out she’s like twenty seven and not seventeen as I had once thought), there is just a heaviness to this look that doesn’t really work for her. I actually really like Janelle Monae’s look. I love that she has a signature thing- the fitted, feminine tuxedo- and it works for her. And I do appreciate when people try to evolve their personal style. But there had to be another way to do this other than to become a matador. I actually wouldn’t even mind the jacket on it’s own without the tails and the ridiculous hat. And I think a pointy spiky heel would have worked way better than this open-toed shoe.
Let me just say right now what everyone is thinking. What the hell is Ashanti doing at the Grammys this year? And why is she wearing a gown featuring a floral motif but also bat wings? I can’t describe this look as anything other than… stupid. Florence Welch is known for being out there when it comes to her personal style. Usually it’s some unflattering florals or a weird headband or something. Spiky scales are a whole new ball game. I don’t care what you say about her as an artist, she looks positively reptilian and it’s horrible. The color is great for her though. If you wonder how I feel about pants at award shows, please see Beyonce commentary above. Kaley Cuoco is one of the worst dressers out there today. She just never gets it right on the red carpet. This is the GRAMMYS- you’re not just hitting up a club. And my hands down worst of the entire evening is of course, Kimbra. I think the thing that makes it so awful is that it has elements that I like, but the execution sucks. If this has been an actual skirt instead of poorly placed tulle Kleenexes, it may have worked. And I have two words for you: curled bangs. Have you ever heard a more devastating statement?
So that’s it for “music’s biggest night” (which L.L. reaffirmed about seven thousand times). And all I can say is… bring on the Oscars.
See you then, kids!
~L
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So yesterday we caught up on some of the best (and less than best, but not totally horrible) fashions of the Golden Globes. But this post is where shizz gets real, as there are a lot of violations to be handed out. So let’s get right into it, shall we?
hayden panettiere, sally field, amy adams, julie bowen |
We’ll start off with some of the ones that just didn’t quite make the cut for me. Hayden Panettiere looked nice-ish in her strapless mermaid number, but the pink clutch made her look even younger than she already is. This isn’t your junior prom, Hayden. It seems like she tried to make herself look older by applying way too much 90’s style shimmery makeup. She looks like an extra from She’s All That (which I’m sure she has never heard of because she was probably a toddler when it came out).
I actually thought Sally Field looked really beautiful. That navy shade is a gorgeous color on her. But holy Grandma’s cleavage. I’m not just saying that because she’s older, I seriously don’t like that deep smushed boob thing on anyone. I feel like it only works if you are crazy flat chested like Kate Hudson.
Oh, Amy Adams. I mean whoever seeks out a dress the color of a paper bag? It’s literally the same shade as her skin. The shape is pretty but she looks like a freaking floating head. And that one curl hanging down the side of her face is driving me nuts.
Julie Bowen is another that I almost like the whole look, and then I see the asymmetrical hemline. Like I don’t need to see three quarters of one of your ankles. The color is fabulous and I’m glad she pulled her hair back (but not no severe like that slicked back middle part pony she sported a few years ago). And what is with her stance? I feel like she’s trying to showcase the one shoulder and the drapey ruching but she just comes off looking like a hunchback.
anne hathaway, amanda seyfried, julianne hough, lea michele |
I guess Anne Hathaway looks pretty and all, but didn’t Les Miz wrap like a year ago? Why has she not started eating again? I don’t know what else to say. I’m just so bored looking at her.
Who would have ever thought Amanda Seyfried, also known as Karen “My Boobs Can Always Tell When It’s Going to Rain” would end up being the most A-List of all the Mean Girls? Too bad she stole this dress right out from under her grandma. I do not enjoy all the different lace panel things, and as if there were a way to make it less sexy, she covered up every ounce of décolletage with that stupid tie tack at the neckline.
I feel like Julianne Hough is going through an existential fashion crisis. I just don’t get who she wants to be. She’s all over the place. Especially with this ensemble. I know some people like the juxtaposition of the hard rocker hair with the princess pouf of a dress, but I think it looks like someone cut a hairstyle out of a magazine and stuck it on a different photo of the gown. I actually really like the top part of the dress, because you know me and sparkle, but I hate that it disintegrates as it travels down, especially since a lot of the hardware is little gold line thingys. And the gather of the tulle at the hips- blech. No me gusta.
Was Glee nominated this year and I missed it? I was shocked to find Lea Michele even on the red carpet, especially since when I first saw her I thought it was Snooki. I mean I know she just got back from Hawaii, but that spray tan is faker than Kurt’s internship at Vogue. I do sort of like the dress, but I wonder if anyone in Hollywood can think of any other way to be sexy other than having their dress slit up to their pelvic bone?
eva longoria, jennifer lopez, katharine mcphee, kaley cuoco |
adele, debra messing, helen mirren, stacy kiebler |
emily blunt, kristen wiig |
taylor swift, jessica chastain, lucy liu, sienna miller |
It’s the most wonderful time of the year…
No, not that! Christmas is over, you fools (thank God. I can walk around my apartment again).
AWARDS SEASON.
I have literally been giddy with excitement over this. I know that’s not unusual for me, but I don’t know, something was different this year. First of all, I was in the same country as the Golden Globes, unlike last year, when I was trying not to lose appendages due to frostbite in Canada… I mean I was celebrating my one year anniversary. Second, I planned better. I make my schedule at work sometimes two months in advance, and don’t always know off the top of my head what exact days the awards are. This year I put it in my phone, set alarms- I was set. Third, I had a visitor. Yes, I watched the awards with someone other than myself. Willingly.
I have written before about my desire to only watch award shows by myself. And no, it’s not because people don’t want to watch them with me (no matter what Steve says). It’s because every time I watch something important with other people in the room, they talk. Then I talk, then I miss things, and then I lose out on fodder for my incessant award show night Facebook posts. As much as I love throwing parties, the idea of throwing an award show party makes me want to cry. I just want to be left alone.
However this year I decided to be less of a frigid bitch and invite my old roommate Liz over. Liz and I lived together in Cambridge in a “swinging singles” apartment as my mother called it (despite the fact that both of us were in relationships) before I moved in with a boy. Liz has recently moved to the a mere twenty minutes away to the suburbs (mwhahahaha) and is now one of us. Like she has a car and everything! Yet we’ve only seen each other like three times since the move. We’re busy people.
There were snacks.
for those of you not in the know, liz & i survived on only chips & salsa for almost two years. |
There were ballots.
bills, bills, bills. |
There was wine (only for me, because Liz was being “healthy” and “cleansing” or something). We started watching preshow coverage at 5:00 and didn’t stop until the show ended at 11:00. I even made food stuff. Okay, Steve prepared it but I assembled it.
mini caprese/bruschetta thing. oh you fancy, huh? |
It was almost like we still lived together. Liz brought nail polish and her computer and Steve disappeared, so it was like the boys in our lives didn’t even exist. I mean, we missed them very much. Luckily football was on too so I don’t know if they noticed that we weren’t there. Sometimes, you just need your girls, you know?
And speaking of girls, can we talk about what the ladies were wearing that night?
Of course, I had my favorites:
claire danes, kate hudson & jessica alba |
I thought that these three exemplified red carpet glamour/how famous people should dress for an award show. Claire Danes looked amazing a mere one month after giving birth. Okay, well obviously she looks amazing because she’s famous and it’s a heck of a lot easier when you’re famous, but still, I give the girl some credit. Although I did cringe a little when she mentioned her fear of “leaking” on the carpet. Girl, you’re in Versace. Can we not discuss what may or may not be coming out of your nipples? I will subtract points however for over application of her eye makeup. I felt like it made her look more tired and old, but she does have a newborn, so I’m going to let this one go a bit.
I think Kate Hudson was my hands down absolute favorite of the evening. I mean she took things that shouldn’t be that exciting on the red carpet (black, sleeves, straight hair– one of my personal pet peeves at a formal event) and it all just worked. I mean it helps when you have that body, but damn, that dress was just made for her. I loved the sparkle at the neck- it made it a little more grown up (we’ll call it the Downton Abbey effect) but the non-cleavage boob exposure keeps it from being boring. I love love loved this.
I’m going to go out on a limb and say that Jessica Alba had no business being there, but I’m glad that she was because I loved her entire ensemble. Not many people look good in salmon, but I thought between the dress and the jewelry she just looked like a real movie star. Which reminded me that I couldn’t tell you the last movie she was even in. At first I was kind of horrified by the purse, but her Muppet clutch started to grow on me. I love fun bags and if you’re not worried about actually winning an award or anything, why the hell not? I do wish her hair was a little darker because I think her ombre is starting to blend in with her skin, and I wanted her to have a little more definition. Plus I still think that ombre is a trendy way to say “I was too lazy to get my roots done.”
amy poehler, zooey deschanel, tina fey |
I thought that host Amy Poehler looked awesome… from the waist up. I seriously love a woman in a sexy suit. Plus I like when people that you know are funny kind of mix it up and are like “whoooa bet you didn’t know I could be sexy too.” And then I saw her ankles and 90’s style prom shoes (which probably cost $500, but I’m sorry- I swear I wore those to my sophomore semiformal) and it kind of killed it for me. She’s kind of short and I wanted it to be like a fabulous super wide leg or something. Also a few years ago I was sort of obsessed with side buns for formal events and my best friend/hairstylist Ryan always tried to talk me out of them, claiming no matter what, you look like you have a growth coming out of the side of your head. I hate to say it about my girl Amy… but he was right.
At first I really enjoyed Zooey Deschanel’s look. I loved her cute little pony and pearls combo. Red is one of my favorite formal colors because it’s always so dramatic and you don’t clash against the carpet! Upon a further look, I decided I really don’t like this shiny taffeta-esque fabric. It turns it tableclothy. And why does she insist on always doing this not quite enough coverage tiny boob cup thing? I was just waiting for a nip slip in that floaty blue princess dress she wore to the Emmys last year, and I feel like she just keeps repeating that same shape.
And Tina Fey. I mean, if they gave a most improved award, this girl would get it, with honors. I normally don’t like anything less than a full length gown for such a big event, but I thought it was appropriate because she was co-hosting and only did a quick run across the carpet. I thought this shape worked really well on her, but everything else she wore that night looked amazing too, because damn is she skinny all of a sudden! As long as she doesn’t shrink any smaller than this I’m okay with it. Don’t scare me girl- we don’t want any Mischa Barton arms up in here.
kerry washington, jennifer garner, jodie foster, sofia veragara |
I LOVE GLITTER. And sparkle, and bling, and whatever the hell you want to call it, as long as it’s shiny and in bulk. I always think it’s appropriate for the red carpet and I hate when people try to go all “safe” and “simple” because that’s not what any of this is about. I loved the concept of Kerry Washington’s airy nude gown, but not the execution. The short lining with the short hem and a close toed nude shoe? I thought the combination of those elements aged her like twenty years. And I could have done without those super blunt bangs. Blech I just hate those. I felt like the was trying to be edgy from the neck up to balance out the old ladyness that was happening south of her waistline. I guess she is just so beautiful that nothing looks truly bad on her, but I just wanted to turn her into a Project Runway challenge where they rip of what you’re wearing and turn it into what it was meant to be.
I thought Jennifer Garner looked good as a date-of-a-nominee-who-hasn’t-walked-on-a-red-carpet-with-her-significant-other-since-2007 could look. It had my favorite things- red, sparkles, a waistline, but I didn’t fall of my couch or anything over it.
I didn’t really know what to think of Jodie Foster, other than the fact that she looked kind of like she was wearing a suit of armor, which probably explains why she looks uncomfortable, although in retrospect that could have been because of something else (obviously, being seated with Mel Gibson). I do think she is very pretty, but her haircut is so severe that I’m scared she’s going to start yelling at me in German or something. I think some loose extensions could have changed this look entirely, and for the better.
Sofia Vergara is one of those that nothing ever looks bad on her. She is a self appointed Sparkle Queen, and while I’m glad she lost the Miss Universe looks she’s been sporting for the past few years, I don’t know if there’s anything else out there that exists that she could wear that would look any different. I feel like she went a little demure with the black, but why does the dress need ruching that provides no purpose except for a clear marker for where her vagina is?
olivia munn, jennifer lawrence, rosario dawson |
halle berry, marion cotillard, lena dunham, nicole kidman |
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