A few of my personal faves from the 2020 red carpet. In my dreams, the gorgeous Billy Porter is giving me deportment lessons and teaching me how to walk in heels. I managed to see Parasite, the winner of the best film award last week, and whilst I enjoyed it – there are some gasp aloud moments, I actually preferred the subtler but brilliant Chinese, ‘The Farewell’ which didn’t even get nominated. Life will always remain a conundrum.
(Love this dress, the shape, the pocket, the colour. I always like the ones that subvert just enough. But the shoes? Is it just me or do they look like something from the geriatric aisles of a pharmacy??)
A love it or loath it dress. With the suggestions of a squid in flight, it’s love it from me.
(All pics Vogue)
So Mr Pitt, nobody could persuade you to go the extra mile and just trim the mullet? Shame on you.
Laters, Kate x
Oh. The Joy! It’s award season again – and it appears the uncertainty in the world is translating itself into unusual dress choices, pushing the boundaries and the return of colour. Thank you Jodie Comer for these sleeves, this colour, that face. Not sure quite what happened on the boob line, but I’ll forgive you for proving flashing flesh isn’t a necessity.
Not a miss in the classic sense, but a darker red would’ve been so much more flattering Nicole. But the reason this is in the naughty list is Keith’s shoes. You know what they say about big feet…unless this is the armour for a Napoleon complex…
All that money, that body and Salma looks like she stepped out of a C&A advert Circa 1982.
Sacha Baron Cohen. Designed so his wife could find him in the crowds? Just. No!!
Saoirse Ronan. Don’t be blinded by the label – it’s a sack.
Dear Michelle, Your large blue bra strap is showing.
What????? I wonder if there’s a recognised Hollywood affliction that’s the opposite to body dysmorphia where top level actresses think they can pull off any dress, including slime and a bin liner. Charlize Theron in Dior Haute Couture. Heads should roll.
Quentin Tarrantino looks like a scary man so I’ll only say this in brackets (Did he dye his hair and eyebrows to match his tux?)
This year, it’s my proud pleasure to give the Tara Curtain Award to Taylor Swift.
Kate Blanchett, normally impeccable, gets the Canape Award, sponsored by crinkle chips.
It’s not quite in Bjork Swan category, but I’m impressed JLo decided to wear her Christmas wreath down the red carpet.
I am, and will always remain a Phoebe fan……………………………………………………
(but……..the hair. Who decided that the way to go was to give her a bald man’s combover???)
But drum roll please…….for consistently trying, but generally failing…and even having the chutzpah to repeat horrific mistakes…the lifetime achievement award goes to Gwyneth Paltrow!
We know, with the right help, she can do it.
But nine times out of ten, something else happens.
The Golden Oldie award goes to Zhao Shuzhen. Loved the film. Love her elegance. A beautiful choice.
Closely followed by Lucy Lu. I want to be these women when I grow up.
(They both put Helen Mirren and Glenn Close in the shade: Old fashioned, uninspiring.)
Toni Collette gets a pat on the back. A difficult choice, pulled off.
This is beautiful: Cut and colour. Zoey Deutch in Fendi.
Another winner, in both sense of the word, from The Farewell, Awkwafina. Loved this fun, understated, fashion forward look.
( All pics Elle and Pinterest)
This is how you do it. Gugu Mbatha-Raw in Gucci.
Roll on the Oscars.
Laters, Kate x
Well the 2017 Oscar night was a one to remember. Maybe not for all the best reasons….But Emma Stone, resplendent but slightly safe in gold Givenchy obviously didn’t let it ruin her evening.
Always a treat for the eyes, The Oscars is like watching a living shooting range: Ruth Negga in Valentino…miss..
Nicole Kidman in Armani Prive: Boring colour..but hit.
Janelle Monae: Wrong era…miss.
Dakota Johnson in Gucci: What IS that thing at the front? Miss.
Jessica Biel in Kaufmanfranco: For some this was a winner..maybe you needed to see it in the flesh. For me, moth eaten and mangy. Miss.
Michelle Williams in Louis Vuitton. Why?
Emma Roberts proving that black and cream is never the way to go.
Scarlett Johansson gets the grannies curtain prize.
Whilst the sack prize(As in looks like rather than would be good in…) goes to Felicity Jones in Dior.
The doing-something-different-and-succeeding award goes to Sofia Boutella.
Proving that simplicity works: Sting and Trudie Styler.
And best dressed award of the night goes to Gwyneth Paltrow in Tom Ford..
I’m sorry, that was a mistake. Best dressed award goes to Karlie Kloss in Stella McCartney?
Damn it. Best dressed award goes to Halle Berry in Versace for being sassy, hot and totally in the zone.
Laters, Kate x