I can't wait until I actually achieve something significant because what I learned on Golden Globes Sunday is that you are a terrifically supportive group! All day I received messages to this general tune: CONGRATULATIONS! AWARD SEASON IS IN FULL SWING! It was the functional equivalent of the time my son brought home a life-sized soccer trophy and when I high-fived him for the obviously extraordinary effort he was being commended for, he told me that everyone received one. That being said, even though I cannot take credit for the entirety of the Golden Globes PER SE, in spirit I was inside every dressing room cheering on the attendees. And so, for that, I will accept your fine congratulations. Merci! (Note: I suspect some of your pleasantries were slightly self-serving as many came with an ancillary message suggesting I not "dawdle" in the interest of putting out a timely post.) Without further ado...
Emma Stone in Valentino (above) should be made into an emoji to express the way I feel when I am shot directly into fashion heaven. I love a pale girl in a pale color, especially a red-head in pink. She looks incredibly dreamy without playing the princess card. The stars add to the ethereal feel of this gown and also lend modernity. And it goes without saying the fit is perfection. STANDING O!
Dear trainer of Viola Davis, do you have a spiritual connection with Michelangelo? Because that is the only way to account for arms this perfect. This image inspires me to so much, chiefly looking this magnificent in evening wear. Her beauty is immeasurable and this simple yet bold Michael Kors showcases perfectly her flawlessness. (Only the merest ding for the dress being ever-so-slightly too long.) Standing O, Viola!!
What can Naomi Campbell possibly have left to sell to Satan in order to look this way? There is simply no earthly barter system strong enough to support this level of beauty. Often I feel Versace skews a little costume-y on the red carpet but it is certainly not the case for this magnificent creation. It is complicated in all the best ways because never once does it falter in execution. This is also a case of the exact right dress being worn by the exact right woman: both over-the-top glamorous. Standing O, Naomi (assist by Beelzbub)!
A sheer cape and a plunging neckline? You have my attention. If that's the train, I'm climbing aboard! I'm so in favor of the direction this look took from the exquisitely draped Naeem Khan gown to the drop earrings to the fresh and lovely make-up and chic hair. Standing O!
The topography of Ruth Negga's face is such that I could stare at her all day. She epitomizes modern beauty to me while still retaining a hint of flapper. I fully support her choice to wear this modern Louis Vuitton column dress that made her look, very appropriately, statuesque. Standing O!
For me, this Monique Lhuillier dress is a gentle nod to the swan Givenchy that Florence (and The Machines) wore to the Grammys a few years back - which I adored. Drew Barrymore gives homage to that moment but one-ups it by looking resplendent in this adaptation. She is luminous in silver. Also, the styling is perfect - her black nails and multiple sparkly cocktail rings were the absolute correct move as was her tousled hair and smoky eye make up. This is Drew at her best. Standing O!
Lily Collins in Zuhair Murad was transcendent. This dress is obviously a work of art but what brought this look to extraordinary heights is the make up and hair. Congratulations, L'Oreal for making yourself a boat-load of cash based on this gothic pink/red look. (Here are the products genius make up artist Fiona Stiles used.) Let's get a closer look because this is truly brilliant:
Since everyone else is picking on Anna Chlumsky and Sarah Jessica Parker, I figure Tiziana Rocca is fair game. To put this into corporate speak, there are many competing interests here. It's as if the design team was in a massive argument but agreed to disagree by simply throwing all of their ideas into one dress. If I had twenty minutes and an excellent seamstress, I'd instruct her to feverishly cut the top of the dress and leave the sweatheart neckline then move onto setting the waist in the right place and cutting out the excess fabric. I'd rip off her jewelry, add some sparkly rings and a sparkly waist belt and pray that the media only photographed her from the knees up. Hell No!