So, really not impressed by th Oscar getups last night. Where was the originality of Cher's Bob Mackie frocks, the glitz and glamour and creativity of high fashion? Not here, folks.
I think it was due to the fact that, in large part, there really weren't a whole lot of celebs in attendance this year. Just nominees and presenters. I keep seeing the same 15 dresses ad nauseum. And most of those are startlingly similar. Feh.
I will say one thing though-- the pre-Oscar countdown was even more absurd this year than ever before. And the diva with the boobies falling out? Now don't get me wrong-- I'm all for boobs, but honey, she was off the chain and down the street. Put those things away before you get us all killed! Or maybe just point them in the direction of that odious male correspondent. This man made J. Lo look like a genius and her vapid ex, Ben, look like a Rhodes scholar.
And so, I'm off to watch Princess Mononoke, and ruminate over what went wrong in the fashion world tonight.
