So it’s official. The relentless juggernaut that is awards season is finally upon us and between now and the Oscars on February 22nd, it’s going to be non-stop party after show after junket after luncheon. The bad news is that I won’t be able to cover it all quite as exhaustively as I might have liked, because the good news is that I’m waaaay too busy in my new job. My dream job, incidentally!
At the end of last year I was asked if I’d like to try my hand at editing a magazine, and I said yes, because OF COURSE I DID, and it’s amazing, and I love it (and you can read it online here!)! I get to write about amazing women, amazing fashion, amazing homes, work with super talented people, and, naturally, pick on celebrities a little bit, and while it breaks my heart that I’ve had to neglect The Dress Down while I figure out how to do all of that (and try to do it really, really well), I’m by no means bowing out of the blogosphere (remind me never to use that word unironically again)! I’m just finding my feet in a whole new career and hoping to find a good balance that allows me to blog and work and make a living and live a life, and if you’ve enjoyed even one Dress Down post during the ten months of its existence, I hope you’ll bear with me while I figure that out!
In other news, The Golden Globes happened on Sunday! But it’s Wednesday, you say, that’s old news! And you’re right, and I’m sorry, but I’m giving you my take anyway, over the next few days, because as Madonna says, everyone is entitled to my opinion. And everyone who’s going to be in a room with Helen Mirren should really call ahead and find out what colour she’s wearing and go in another direction, because when it came to red at the Golden Globes, nobody did it better than this.
And doesn’t she know it.
It’s Dolce & Gabanna. The cut is magnificent, the styling is perfect, and the embellishment comes off just on the right side of Rhinestone Cowgirl territory. A lesser woman would be swallowed whole by this dress, but Helen Mirren always wears the dress rather than the other way around.
If any woman in red came close to touching her is was Viola Davis in Donna Karan Atelier.
Also embellished on the bodice, this time with little hexagonal mirrors, she accessorised with a chunky cuff and a slate box clutch, and if this isn’t your definition of “classic beauty” it’s time rethink your parameters for that term.
For some reason Taylor Schilling’s red Ralph Lauren is calling to mind Lizzie Caplan’s Emmys dress. And I’m really not sure why that is, because they’re not remotely similar, except in so far as they’re classic, elegant, impeccably cut, surprise-backless, high-necked, and inoffensive enough to be pre-destined to make every single best dressed list.
It’s a nice dress, and I’m happy to start the completely unfounded rumour that she went to her stylist with a picture of Lizzie and demanded to make that kind of impact at the Golden Globes. I’m not sure she did, because the black and white added so much drama to Lizzie’s look, but there’s no denying this is a good, solid dress.
The same can not be said for this, unfortunately…
… which I feel (unlike its wearer) has so much unrealised potential. It’s by her “friend” (and former babysitter) Zac Posen, and if I’d had to deal with Lena’s childhood neuroses then maybe I’d feel compelled to inflict bad dresses on her too, but friends don’t put friends in dresses that do them no favours. I love the concept of this dress, the mix of angled darts and curved lines with the raised, bell-shaped skirt showing off that spectacular shoe choice, but why isn’t this even a little bit figured on the waist? Those darts and diamond shaped panels suggest – nay, promise – shaping, but then they don’t deliver! They’re just there to taunt us. It’s a great concept that loses too much in the construction, and it’s a shame because everything else works, and works perfectly for the dress that this could have been.
This was never going to be anything other than exactly what it is. A frilly red princess dress.
Although, frustratingly, it is from the same Armani Privé collection as the delightfully bonkers dress that Sarah Paulson wore to the Emmys, which makes me wonder if it could be utterly fabulous on someone less insufferably dull than Allison Williams. She’s coming out of her shell on Girls (and then some! Link very NSFW); I wish she would let loose a little on the red carpet too.
The final notable red (because Heidi Klum looked she was in a beauty pageant, which isn’t notable in any way) was Kate Mara’s Miu Miu, about which I can only echo the sentiments of everyone except, presumably, Kate Mara and her stylist.
WHY THE BELT? It’s impossible to say what this dress is like without the belt, because the belt is the definition of over-styling – it’s killing the entire look – but I’ll go ahead and guess probably terrible because that neckline is depressingly old fashioned and Prada and Miu Miu have that ongoing red carpet problem.
But more on that later…