yes, yes, so they opened the wrong envelope, so many of the A-list were in shock, so WHAT?
It’s the dresses, the DRESSES, that is the whole point of the Oscars. Right? Well, for me anyway. Let’s get to it so, my yearly assessment of what those crazy ladies in La La Land went for on the night of a thousand stars….
I’m going to start with the girls that I thought hit the nail on the fashion head first, my reason being three-fold. Firstly, to pay homage to those stylists out there with great taste, secondly because there is feck all of them and thirdly, always a bit of craic saving the LOONS til last. Cheers you right up for the rest of the day, I find.
The good ones…
Ah yeah. Great. Makes me want to get married again….in this. I realise you have to be an actual needle to wear it, but we can but applaud her in awe. Credit where it’s due.
Gorgeous. Simple. Elegant. Perfect.
Ruth. You kicked ass. This is marvellous stuff, she looks like a Queen. LOVE.
This is a bit of a crazy one, but I must admit, I think it’s rocking…
It’s quirky and fun and not a million miles away from Cruella De Vil (a personal favourite), therefore Sarah, I salute you…those shoulders are fantabulouso.
That’s it, I.KID.YOU.NOT. Nope. No more good ones. NONE. They really went to freaking town on the LOOK AT ME dresses this year…
‘I still haven’t a clue what I’m doing and my Ma is dressing me, oh and we don’t have an iron.’
‘Bloody kids wouldn’t go to bed and I had to legit in my dressing gown.’
‘They’re bound to be making a new Peter Pan soon, better get them thinking about who to cast for Tink.’
Charlize has lost it.
Look. I mean. WHERE do you start….
A classic case of listening to whatever your entourage say to you. She’d be handy if you ran out of paper in the jacks mind…bound to be a few spare rolls under there.
‘SOMEBODY HIRE ME FOR A ROLE, I STILL HAVE AN AMAZING BODY!’
No. And she could do with a burger.
‘Laundry day. Had to wear my curtains.’
And in the -we have no imagination- camp…
Snooze – fest.
There you have it. NOT great. Apart from those little crackers at the start. But look, it’s not all bad. My husband was there doing his thing…
And he’s a pure gent.
Good man. (Emma Stone’s dress is quite nice actually, she just drives me round the bend so…)
Til next year….