Thank God 2011 is over! Let's hope 2012 brings everyone (particularly moi) better things.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Ciao,
Elisa (Who intends to be far more fabulous in the coming year)
Showing posts with label Fashion and fabulousness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fashion and fabulousness. Show all posts
Saturday, December 31, 2011
A Last Word From 2011..
DAHLINGS:
Thank God 2011 is over! Let's hope 2012 brings everyone (particularly moi) better things.
Thank God 2011 is over! Let's hope 2012 brings everyone (particularly moi) better things.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Plus Sizes Were Already Fashion Forward! Who Knew?
DAHLINGS -
Several years ago, in one of its ritualistic orgasms, the fashion world discovered “Jeggings.” Leggings made out denim! Who had thought up this amazing blend of comfort and style?
Plus size designers, that’s who. For years “denim leggings” had been available to the larger lovely who did not want the discomfort of traditional blue jeans. Some were plain, others had stitching like regular jeans, and some even belt loops and mock fly fronts.
Manufacturers and designers have caught on to the fact that plus size clothing designs, are comfortable and cheap to manufacture. At Full Figured Fashion Week in 2010 among the swag was black rayon long vest that fell around my body in becoming folds. It was the first I had seen of this garment. Now, they are everywhere. Plus sized women have been wearing “flyaway” cardigans, tunics and babydoll tops for years. Now, so is everyone else. Who knew, rather than frumpy, we are in the fashion vanguard?
For one thing, the bonuses for those who actually manufacture the clothes are the lack of buttons and proliferation of economical materials. Calling fabrics “tissue cotton” and “whisper-light” are euphemisms for “flimsy, thin and cheap.”
For another, these drapey garments are universally flattering. Heavy women have been wearing capes, ponchos and cover-ups for as long as memory serves. Now women from size 0 to 12 are also swanning about town in flowing robes.
It is not necessarily because Americans are getting heavier. Strolling the streets of Manhattan, one observes a great many thin women wearing fluid rayon tops, swirling open-front hip-length “cardigans” with strategic folds and ruffles, and jeggings. Victoria’s Secret, that bastion of body-con, has fluttering “cardis” (a nauseating term).
Photograph courtesy of Victoria's Secret
Going higher up the fashion food chain, one sees that designers are also not averse to billowing fabric, albeit higher quality. The models under them are also “whisper-thin.”
Martin Grant
Martin Grant
Photos courtesy of GoRunway.com
In another entry I shall bemoan the common trends that plague the plus size industry, but that is for later. For now, take satisfaction that even the gauntest fashion plate is covering up.
Ciao,
Elisa
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Fashion Week, S/S 2012 Days Two and Three
DAHLINGS -
An article in the past week’s New York Times by the estimable Cathy Horyn spoke of Fashion Week’s “Split Personality.” The real excitement is apparently downtown, where the young and tragically hip mix together. Uptown is far more staid, conventional, and...
Frankly, boring.
With its new, shiny, computerized approach, Lincoln Center may well have become a far less interesting mass-market version of an exclusive French dressmaker's salon. (If that last sentence made sense to you, 15 points.)
For example, a photographer I know, Mohammed Kasim, cannot get into the tents any more. Season after season we found each other in the tents. Kasim likes to photograph the wanna-bes prowling the outer tent, every shimmer and spangle on their outfits screaming LOOK AT ME. However, neither the wanna-bes nor Kasim are allowed in. Not even strange little Painted Suit man was to be seen. A woman who went to great lengths to be mistaken for Lady Gaga never made it inside, either. Daily she was to be seen in one hideously elaborate outfit or another, but her tiny button nose gave away the game. No matter, dozens of tourists snapped her photo.
As for the fashion? Much of it was mundane. The Luca Luca show offered pretty colors, prints and soft fabrics. And not much else. (One knows a show is in trouble when the thing you lust after is the shoes. Mon Dieu, the shoes!) Honestly, how does one review a show when that’s all there is to say? It was pretty. Some of it might feel nice. End of story. The models were all, as usual, appallingly thin. So much so that their lack of thigh fat made them look bowlegged.
One is certain that the models would have vomited up the tiny 4 oz. cups of free "kefir" if they'd tried to eat them. And not because the product was that bad.
Nicole Miller’s collection, well.
The intarsia knit prints were loud. And I despised them. But maybe I am not their target demographic. Apparently the designer was inspired by the speed of a skateboard “shredding the air.” If there is a woman out there who has a fervent desire to dress as an elderly skateboarder, this collection is for you.
Vivienne Tam’s show was also a parade of pretty, soft fabrics and soft, wearable dresses. She has a weakness for orchids, and the design of the petals was embroidered, cut out, or detailed on skirts and the front of dresses. I enjoyed it by far the most, and I’m sure they will do well in the stores. But…
Perhaps I am too much of a classicist. But if I am, why did so many of the shows leave me with such a feeling of ennui?
Coming up: the Emmy's Best and Worst Dressed, Plus Size Model Magazine's Special Blogger Event, and more Fashion Week!
Ciao,
Elisa
An article in the past week’s New York Times by the estimable Cathy Horyn spoke of Fashion Week’s “Split Personality.” The real excitement is apparently downtown, where the young and tragically hip mix together. Uptown is far more staid, conventional, and...
Frankly, boring.
With its new, shiny, computerized approach, Lincoln Center may well have become a far less interesting mass-market version of an exclusive French dressmaker's salon. (If that last sentence made sense to you, 15 points.)
For example, a photographer I know, Mohammed Kasim, cannot get into the tents any more. Season after season we found each other in the tents. Kasim likes to photograph the wanna-bes prowling the outer tent, every shimmer and spangle on their outfits screaming LOOK AT ME. However, neither the wanna-bes nor Kasim are allowed in. Not even strange little Painted Suit man was to be seen. A woman who went to great lengths to be mistaken for Lady Gaga never made it inside, either. Daily she was to be seen in one hideously elaborate outfit or another, but her tiny button nose gave away the game. No matter, dozens of tourists snapped her photo.
As for the fashion? Much of it was mundane. The Luca Luca show offered pretty colors, prints and soft fabrics. And not much else. (One knows a show is in trouble when the thing you lust after is the shoes. Mon Dieu, the shoes!) Honestly, how does one review a show when that’s all there is to say? It was pretty. Some of it might feel nice. End of story. The models were all, as usual, appallingly thin. So much so that their lack of thigh fat made them look bowlegged.
One is certain that the models would have vomited up the tiny 4 oz. cups of free "kefir" if they'd tried to eat them. And not because the product was that bad.
Nicole Miller’s collection, well.
The intarsia knit prints were loud. And I despised them. But maybe I am not their target demographic. Apparently the designer was inspired by the speed of a skateboard “shredding the air.” If there is a woman out there who has a fervent desire to dress as an elderly skateboarder, this collection is for you.
Vivienne Tam’s show was also a parade of pretty, soft fabrics and soft, wearable dresses. She has a weakness for orchids, and the design of the petals was embroidered, cut out, or detailed on skirts and the front of dresses. I enjoyed it by far the most, and I’m sure they will do well in the stores. But…
Perhaps I am too much of a classicist. But if I am, why did so many of the shows leave me with such a feeling of ennui?
Coming up: the Emmy's Best and Worst Dressed, Plus Size Model Magazine's Special Blogger Event, and more Fashion Week!
Ciao,
Elisa
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Movie Star Style Icon: Joan Crawford
DAHLINGS -
Today is the second in my series of movie star style guides. Today, we draw our attention to the actress who became known as the Queen of Camp. Her career lasted from the silents until television. She was devoted to her fans above anyone else, and influenced current fashion throughout the 1930s and 1940s.
Joan Crawford (born 1906 - died 1977)
JOAN CRAWFORD (real name: Lucille Le Seur)
Our first sight of Joan Crawford in Mildred Pierce (1945) is the Crawford many of us have in mind: Wearing an impossibly broad-shouldered mink swing coat with matching hat, long dark hair, thick black eyebrows and a huge, lipsticked mouth to match her huge, haunted eyes.
But there were many other Joan Crawfords before that: the 1920s cutie, the 1930s clotheshorse, the early 40s grand lady of MGM. All of them had one thing in common...they came from hardscrabble backgrounds and were determined to earn respectability.
Lucille Le Seur was born in Texas, to parents who had divorced before she was born. Her mother remarried a man from who she separated when young Lucille was eight. The family traveled a great deal, and Lucille often changed schools. At the age of eighteen, she won a Broadway chorus job. In 1925, she was put under contract by MGM, the Rolls-Royce of movie studios. Her name was changed through a fan magazine contest. She didn't like it. "It sounds like craw fish," she was quoted as saying at the time.
Her earliest parts involved dancing and playing the wild young "flapper," much like Clara Bow. By the end of the 1920s, Crawford was a bona fide star. During her off-hours she enjoyed winning Charleston contests.
When sound came in, she proved to have a pleasant speaking voice and worked to train it. She was one of MGM's top female stars in the early 1930s, dressed by Adrian, the studio's most important designer. Crawford's shoulders were broad in relation to her hips. So he created the broad-shouldered look she cultivated ever after. Her landmark costume was a ruffle-shouldered gown for Letty Lynton (1932 ).
The dress was a sensation. Immediately copies of it showed up in every dress shop in America.
Sheila O' Brien, president of the Costume Designers Guild, believes Crawford had more fashion impact than any other female star at the time because Adrian did great things with her. O'Brien said: "Adrian used bizarre cuts and different things but they were so right, because she was always the poor girl who married the rich guy and got all the beautiful clothes, or the rich girl who married the chauffeur and still got all the clothes."
She often starred opposite Clark Gable, MGM's top male star, with whom she had an affair. But her parts became too alike, and her box office slumped, so MGM let her go. Crawford was out of work for two years before she made Mildred Pierce (1945) for Warners. It was the first time she played a mother. For this film she wore off-the-rack house dresses. The first time she wore one on the set, the director looked at her and said, "Goddamn shoulder pads!" With that, he ripped the dress open down the front.
Crawford was not wearing shoulder pads.
Joan Crawford won an Oscar for Mildred Pierce. She had a new look, harder and more harshly made up, but it suited the post-war period perfectly. Always she wore ankle-strap shoes, even when times changed and other women stopped wearing them. Joan turned in a number of excellent performances at Warner Brothers, including Possession (1947) and Daisy Kenyon (1947).
Crawford had three failed marriages, all with actors less well-known than she, including Douglas Fairbanks Jr. So she adopted four children and in 1955 married Pepsi-Cola executive Alfred Steele. After his death, she became the first female director of the company, as well as its official hostess, which helped to keep her in the public eye. She was not much interested in the realities of family life, an unpleasant trait she shared with many Hollywood stars. Her daughter published a much-disputed memoir that became made into a campy film after Crawford's death.
Joan Crawford continued to make movies, although the budgets grew lower, the scripts more lurid, her acting more strident. The Western Johnny Guitar, directed by Nicholas Ray, is a camp icon (1954). Towards the end she was making horror films, such as the classic Whatever Happened To Baby Jane (1962) with Bette Davis and the far less classic Strait Jacket (1964). Crawford also developed a serious drinking problem. But she was professional to the end, answering her fan mail personally, every day.
If you want Joan Crawford's quintessentially 1940s look: try for tailored suits (preferably with shoulder pads), ankle strap shoes, large costume jewelry, tailored dresses (not shirtwaists), slim skirts, high-necked 1940s blouses, pinstripes, wide-shouldered fur or wool coats. For evening, dark gowns in rich fabrics, long sleeves, no ruffles. Think grown-up sexy.
Even though it is terribly hot here in New York City, this makes me want to put on a flowing satin evening gown and mink coat. And then pass out from heat stroke.
Ciao,
Elisa
Today is the second in my series of movie star style guides. Today, we draw our attention to the actress who became known as the Queen of Camp. Her career lasted from the silents until television. She was devoted to her fans above anyone else, and influenced current fashion throughout the 1930s and 1940s.
Joan Crawford (born 1906 - died 1977)
JOAN CRAWFORD (real name: Lucille Le Seur)
Our first sight of Joan Crawford in Mildred Pierce (1945) is the Crawford many of us have in mind: Wearing an impossibly broad-shouldered mink swing coat with matching hat, long dark hair, thick black eyebrows and a huge, lipsticked mouth to match her huge, haunted eyes.
But there were many other Joan Crawfords before that: the 1920s cutie, the 1930s clotheshorse, the early 40s grand lady of MGM. All of them had one thing in common...they came from hardscrabble backgrounds and were determined to earn respectability.
Lucille Le Seur was born in Texas, to parents who had divorced before she was born. Her mother remarried a man from who she separated when young Lucille was eight. The family traveled a great deal, and Lucille often changed schools. At the age of eighteen, she won a Broadway chorus job. In 1925, she was put under contract by MGM, the Rolls-Royce of movie studios. Her name was changed through a fan magazine contest. She didn't like it. "It sounds like craw fish," she was quoted as saying at the time.
Her earliest parts involved dancing and playing the wild young "flapper," much like Clara Bow. By the end of the 1920s, Crawford was a bona fide star. During her off-hours she enjoyed winning Charleston contests.
When sound came in, she proved to have a pleasant speaking voice and worked to train it. She was one of MGM's top female stars in the early 1930s, dressed by Adrian, the studio's most important designer. Crawford's shoulders were broad in relation to her hips. So he created the broad-shouldered look she cultivated ever after. Her landmark costume was a ruffle-shouldered gown for Letty Lynton (1932 ).
The dress was a sensation. Immediately copies of it showed up in every dress shop in America.
Sheila O' Brien, president of the Costume Designers Guild, believes Crawford had more fashion impact than any other female star at the time because Adrian did great things with her. O'Brien said: "Adrian used bizarre cuts and different things but they were so right, because she was always the poor girl who married the rich guy and got all the beautiful clothes, or the rich girl who married the chauffeur and still got all the clothes."
She often starred opposite Clark Gable, MGM's top male star, with whom she had an affair. But her parts became too alike, and her box office slumped, so MGM let her go. Crawford was out of work for two years before she made Mildred Pierce (1945) for Warners. It was the first time she played a mother. For this film she wore off-the-rack house dresses. The first time she wore one on the set, the director looked at her and said, "Goddamn shoulder pads!" With that, he ripped the dress open down the front.
Crawford was not wearing shoulder pads.
Joan Crawford won an Oscar for Mildred Pierce. She had a new look, harder and more harshly made up, but it suited the post-war period perfectly. Always she wore ankle-strap shoes, even when times changed and other women stopped wearing them. Joan turned in a number of excellent performances at Warner Brothers, including Possession (1947) and Daisy Kenyon (1947).
Crawford had three failed marriages, all with actors less well-known than she, including Douglas Fairbanks Jr. So she adopted four children and in 1955 married Pepsi-Cola executive Alfred Steele. After his death, she became the first female director of the company, as well as its official hostess, which helped to keep her in the public eye. She was not much interested in the realities of family life, an unpleasant trait she shared with many Hollywood stars. Her daughter published a much-disputed memoir that became made into a campy film after Crawford's death.
Joan Crawford continued to make movies, although the budgets grew lower, the scripts more lurid, her acting more strident. The Western Johnny Guitar, directed by Nicholas Ray, is a camp icon (1954). Towards the end she was making horror films, such as the classic Whatever Happened To Baby Jane (1962) with Bette Davis and the far less classic Strait Jacket (1964). Crawford also developed a serious drinking problem. But she was professional to the end, answering her fan mail personally, every day.
If you want Joan Crawford's quintessentially 1940s look: try for tailored suits (preferably with shoulder pads), ankle strap shoes, large costume jewelry, tailored dresses (not shirtwaists), slim skirts, high-necked 1940s blouses, pinstripes, wide-shouldered fur or wool coats. For evening, dark gowns in rich fabrics, long sleeves, no ruffles. Think grown-up sexy.
Even though it is terribly hot here in New York City, this makes me want to put on a flowing satin evening gown and mink coat. And then pass out from heat stroke.
Ciao,
Elisa
Friday, July 8, 2011
Is Karl Lagerfeld An Art Form?
DAHLINGS -
This latest PR release found its way into my inbox, and it asks a burning question:
"Is being Karl Lagerfeld not an art in itself?"
Oh, dear, someone in the copywriting department got carried away again. And the portrait is disturbing. I wonder where I've seen that look before...
This latest PR release found its way into my inbox, and it asks a burning question:
"Is being Karl Lagerfeld not an art in itself?"
Oh, dear, someone in the copywriting department got carried away again. And the portrait is disturbing. I wonder where I've seen that look before...
Ah, yes, that was before he lost all of that weight. If you need information on the app, I'm sure another more conscientious blogger will supply it for you.
Ciao,
Elisa
Thursday, July 7, 2011
New Daily Format, Dahlings!
DAHLINGS -
After much agonizing, I made an Important Decision. Instead of waiting between posts, I shall post a diary entry every day. Do not fret. Here will still be articles, polemic, rants, fashion, all written in my inimitable style. However, I have decided that life's petty pace should be documented.
I am writing this at my fabulous oceanfront mansion (featured in Architectural Digest). Outside the window is blowing, seagulls are flying, the ocean is...well, oceaning or whatever it does. My phone is turned off, and I am about to plow through a mountain of press releases inviting me to various unexciting events. However, it is so nice to be wanted.
Ciao,
Elisa
After much agonizing, I made an Important Decision. Instead of waiting between posts, I shall post a diary entry every day. Do not fret. Here will still be articles, polemic, rants, fashion, all written in my inimitable style. However, I have decided that life's petty pace should be documented.
I am writing this at my fabulous oceanfront mansion (featured in Architectural Digest). Outside the window is blowing, seagulls are flying, the ocean is...well, oceaning or whatever it does. My phone is turned off, and I am about to plow through a mountain of press releases inviting me to various unexciting events. However, it is so nice to be wanted.
Ciao,
Elisa
Friday, June 3, 2011
Rare Designer Books On Sale at One Kings Lane
DAHLINGS -
There are so many books on fashion out there. Many of them are disposable "How To Wear Party Clothes" or "Dress For Nothing: Dumpster Diving Divas". However, there are chances to buy true one-of-a-kind classics. Case in point:
Top New York antiques dealer David Duncan is launching a sale of more than 250 exquisite books from his private collection on One Kings Lane (http://www.onekingslane.com/), the upscale online sales site, which will run from Saturday, June 4 to Tuesday, June 7. The sale will include many rare fashion titles -- all at discounted prices.
Among the titles being offered are:
"Christian Lacroix: Pêle-Mêle" By Christian Lacroix in collaboration with Patrick Mauriès, 1992. First edition: in French. Signed by Lacroix to the late Harper's Bazaar editor Liz Tilberis. Excellent condition. Hardcover and with dust jacket. Original price $300.00. Sale price $215.00.
"Valentino" By Trent' Anni Di Magia, 1990. First edition, in Italian. Signed by Valentino to the late Harper's Bazaar editor Liz Tilberis. Very good condition. Hardcover and with dust jacket. Original price $250.00. Sale price $175.00.
"The Sixties: A Decade in Vogue" By Nicholas Drake, 1988. Excellent condition. Original price $133.00. Sale price $95.00
"Azzedine Alaïa" published by Steidl. Limited Edition, 1998. Excellent condition. Hardcover and with dust jacket. With specially designed hard slip case. Original price $2,300.00, sale price $1,600.00.
"The Rudi Gernreich Book" By Peggy Moffitt and William Claxton, 1991. Second edition, published by TASCHEN, 1999. Hardcover and with dust jacket.
Original price $200.00, sale price $139.00
"Poiret" by Yvonne Deslandres with Dorothee Lalanne, 1986. Excellent condition. First edition, hardcover and with dust jacket.
Original price $580.00, sale price $435.00
And, darling readers, I do know you'll snap these up! I have my eye on 'Valentino'.
Ciao,
Elisa
There are so many books on fashion out there. Many of them are disposable "How To Wear Party Clothes" or "Dress For Nothing: Dumpster Diving Divas". However, there are chances to buy true one-of-a-kind classics. Case in point:
Top New York antiques dealer David Duncan is launching a sale of more than 250 exquisite books from his private collection on One Kings Lane (http://www.onekingslane.com/), the upscale online sales site, which will run from Saturday, June 4 to Tuesday, June 7. The sale will include many rare fashion titles -- all at discounted prices.
Among the titles being offered are:
"Christian Lacroix: Pêle-Mêle" By Christian Lacroix in collaboration with Patrick Mauriès, 1992. First edition: in French. Signed by Lacroix to the late Harper's Bazaar editor Liz Tilberis. Excellent condition. Hardcover and with dust jacket. Original price $300.00. Sale price $215.00.
"Valentino" By Trent' Anni Di Magia, 1990. First edition, in Italian. Signed by Valentino to the late Harper's Bazaar editor Liz Tilberis. Very good condition. Hardcover and with dust jacket. Original price $250.00. Sale price $175.00.
"The Sixties: A Decade in Vogue" By Nicholas Drake, 1988. Excellent condition. Original price $133.00. Sale price $95.00
"Azzedine Alaïa" published by Steidl. Limited Edition, 1998. Excellent condition. Hardcover and with dust jacket. With specially designed hard slip case. Original price $2,300.00, sale price $1,600.00.
"The Rudi Gernreich Book" By Peggy Moffitt and William Claxton, 1991. Second edition, published by TASCHEN, 1999. Hardcover and with dust jacket.
Original price $200.00, sale price $139.00
"Poiret" by Yvonne Deslandres with Dorothee Lalanne, 1986. Excellent condition. First edition, hardcover and with dust jacket.
Original price $580.00, sale price $435.00
And, darling readers, I do know you'll snap these up! I have my eye on 'Valentino'.
Ciao,
Elisa
Sunday, August 22, 2010
My Blog-Thing Is Getting A Makeover
DAHLINGS -
Slowly but surely, my blog is being remade to bring it up to speed with the new decade. Please bear with me as I work with my truly idiotic assistant (who wants to make all of the lettering baby pink with a teddy bear background--why did I hire this moron? Why can't he be like the men on the Rachel Zoe show or that Kelly person?)
In any event, it might be a bit bumpy for awhile, but I am sure the results will be fabulous. Because I am fabulous, and my blog-thing has to reflect that!
Or I shall hurt my assistant. It's part of the waiver they have to sign to work for me.
Ciao,
Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog
Slowly but surely, my blog is being remade to bring it up to speed with the new decade. Please bear with me as I work with my truly idiotic assistant (who wants to make all of the lettering baby pink with a teddy bear background--why did I hire this moron? Why can't he be like the men on the Rachel Zoe show or that Kelly person?)
In any event, it might be a bit bumpy for awhile, but I am sure the results will be fabulous. Because I am fabulous, and my blog-thing has to reflect that!
Or I shall hurt my assistant. It's part of the waiver they have to sign to work for me.
Ciao,
Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Daily Venus Diva Interviews Moi on Plus Sizes & Racial Attitudes
DAHLINGS -
It is 101 degrees outside as I write this! This heat is downright insulting, if you ask moi. Naturally I am sending my assistant out to do all of my errands...he's so much fun to watch when he's suffering from heat stroke.
During Full Figured Fashion Week, it did not escape your faithful correspondent's notice that there was a, how shall I say, racial imbalance in the attendees. For instance, I was the only Caucasian in the Curvy Collective, which, I was told, was one more than last year.
Throughout that wonderful, life-changing experience, I wondered where were all of the Caucasian fat bloggers, the plus-size activists? Most of the Caucasian women that I met were either buyers for large stores such as T.J. Maxx or designers (not counting the beauteous Emme, host of the finale).
I remarked as such to the lovely Cassandra Jones, a plus size advocate, organizer of The Fuller Woman Expo-Detroit Edition, and a contributor to http://www.dailyvenusdiva.com/, a website for all things big and beautiful. We decided to continue the conversation at a later date.
It is 101 degrees outside as I write this! This heat is downright insulting, if you ask moi. Naturally I am sending my assistant out to do all of my errands...he's so much fun to watch when he's suffering from heat stroke.
During Full Figured Fashion Week, it did not escape your faithful correspondent's notice that there was a, how shall I say, racial imbalance in the attendees. For instance, I was the only Caucasian in the Curvy Collective, which, I was told, was one more than last year.
Throughout that wonderful, life-changing experience, I wondered where were all of the Caucasian fat bloggers, the plus-size activists? Most of the Caucasian women that I met were either buyers for large stores such as T.J. Maxx or designers (not counting the beauteous Emme, host of the finale).
I remarked as such to the lovely Cassandra Jones, a plus size advocate, organizer of The Fuller Woman Expo-Detroit Edition, and a contributor to http://www.dailyvenusdiva.com/, a website for all things big and beautiful. We decided to continue the conversation at a later date.
The divine Ms. Cassandra Jones, photo courtesy of www.fullfigureplus.com
And so it was, that through the miracle of Google Talk, we chatted for more than two hours. Ms. Jones is a wonderful interviewer, and the talk ranged from economics to self-esteem to the overwhelming whiteness of Jenny Craig commercials.
http://dailyvenusdiva.com/2010/07/cultural-differences-in-the-plus-community/_
I recommend it. It's a marvelous read! Of course it is. It's moi.
Ciao,
Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Love, Loss & What I Wore During NY Fashion Week
DAHLINGS -
Well, Mercedes Benz Fashion Week Spring 2010 has faded from memory...almost. How to describe the freezing outer tent, the steamingly hot runway tents, the many fashionistas sneezing, coughing and wheezing as we all caught the flu? After it was over, your faithful correspondent took to her bed. And it means something when I take to my bed alone.
Even though my reportage was cut down in its prime, nevertheless I feel it my duty, mes amis, to share with you some belated reports. This first post is devoted to the fabulous fashion that adorned my equally fabulous body.
On Day 5, I was photographed for a Japanese newspaper in a stunning ensemble by Mad Couture, made in green with zipper trim, and a fabulous custom-made hat from Ellen Christine! Note that the photographer made certain to have me stand next to a woman of average height.
Well, Mercedes Benz Fashion Week Spring 2010 has faded from memory...almost. How to describe the freezing outer tent, the steamingly hot runway tents, the many fashionistas sneezing, coughing and wheezing as we all caught the flu? After it was over, your faithful correspondent took to her bed. And it means something when I take to my bed alone.
Even though my reportage was cut down in its prime, nevertheless I feel it my duty, mes amis, to share with you some belated reports. This first post is devoted to the fabulous fashion that adorned my equally fabulous body.
On Day 5, I was photographed for a Japanese newspaper in a stunning ensemble by Mad Couture, made in green with zipper trim, and a fabulous custom-made hat from Ellen Christine! Note that the photographer made certain to have me stand next to a woman of average height.
On Day 7, I again wore a phenomenal Ellen Christine creation...there are no photographs that do it or moi justice! It was a tower of peacock plumes and blue glitter, which I wore to the Milliners Guild show. "Hothouse Flowers Of The Runway," about which more in a future entry. Suffice to say both my assistant Lola and I agreed it was the single most enjoyable show of the entire Spring Fashion Week!
At Ms. Christine's request, I wore my own 1950s cocktail dress and backward-fastening jacket. I only wish that in many of these photographs I had remembered to put my press pass behind my shapely back!
I shall be writing up more Fashion Week memories (it's the most dignified thing to call them) tres soon. But it is this writer's duty to have you admire me first.
Ciao,
Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog
Friday, February 5, 2010
New York Fashion Week Fall 2010 Is Nearly Upon Us!
DAHLINGS -
Once again, Mercedes Benz Fashion Week (as they insist you call it) is going to be roaring into New York City next week. And your faithful correspondent is preparing as fast as she can.
Not only will I be wearing items from my extensive collection of plus-sized vintage fashion. But I will also be wearing couture pieces specially designed for moi by:
Mad Couture; Mad Couture designs extreme fashion for plus-sized women.
SKWilbur; SKWilbur fashions show a classic sensibility, an eye for detail and haute couture level construction. http://www.skwilbur.com/ His blog, "I Am Fabulous" is in my Links section.
Hats by David Temple of Los Angeles. His hats are custom creations that merge modern technology with old world materials and craftsmanship. http://www.clevervintageclothing.com/
And once again by Ellen Christine Millinery. Ellen Christine is well known for her extensive editorial work and magnificent one-of-a-kind hats. http://ellenchristine.com/
As you may remember, in September at the Christian Siriano show I met the uber-fabulous Tim Gunn, who admitted he is a fan of my blog! (I blushed and stammered.) And at the Isaac Mizrahi show I upstaged Kathy Griffin, as Women’s Wear Daily attested: http://tinyurl.com/ycojsgd .
This time I intend to dazzle the masses as well as working as hard as humanly possible to bring you the wonders of the runway. (I think my nose grew five inches when I wrote that last sentence, but never mind.)
Ciao,
Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog
Once again, Mercedes Benz Fashion Week (as they insist you call it) is going to be roaring into New York City next week. And your faithful correspondent is preparing as fast as she can.
Not only will I be wearing items from my extensive collection of plus-sized vintage fashion. But I will also be wearing couture pieces specially designed for moi by:
Mad Couture; Mad Couture designs extreme fashion for plus-sized women.
SKWilbur; SKWilbur fashions show a classic sensibility, an eye for detail and haute couture level construction. http://www.skwilbur.com/ His blog, "I Am Fabulous" is in my Links section.
Hats by David Temple of Los Angeles. His hats are custom creations that merge modern technology with old world materials and craftsmanship. http://www.clevervintageclothing.com/
And once again by Ellen Christine Millinery. Ellen Christine is well known for her extensive editorial work and magnificent one-of-a-kind hats. http://ellenchristine.com/
As you may remember, in September at the Christian Siriano show I met the uber-fabulous Tim Gunn, who admitted he is a fan of my blog! (I blushed and stammered.) And at the Isaac Mizrahi show I upstaged Kathy Griffin, as Women’s Wear Daily attested: http://tinyurl.com/ycojsgd .
This time I intend to dazzle the masses as well as working as hard as humanly possible to bring you the wonders of the runway. (I think my nose grew five inches when I wrote that last sentence, but never mind.)
Ciao,
Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog
Monday, September 14, 2009
Fashion Week, Day Five: Where To Buy My Vintage 80s Look!
DAHLINGS -
Today was a fairly easy one inside the tents. All I had scheduled were the Tadashi Shoji and Gottex shows, and a few interviews, so I decided to dress a bit more casually and comfortably. But with no less fabulosity--I have a reputation to maintain, after all!
Today was a fairly easy one inside the tents. All I had scheduled were the Tadashi Shoji and Gottex shows, and a few interviews, so I decided to dress a bit more casually and comfortably. But with no less fabulosity--I have a reputation to maintain, after all!
I'm wearing a 100% silk vintage 80s Adele Simpson wedge dress, with shoulder flanges and three quarter length sleeves. It is from Re/Dress New York, and helped me survive the day in style! It shows you how versatile this store's offerings are, to say the least. (And it will be returned, freshly dry cleaned, next week!)
My hat is from Off Broadway Boutique on 72nd Street, and it's darling! The "flower" is made of leather, and the center is actually a metal zipper! The store carries them in a variety of colors, including silver and gold. You simply must go there and try them on!
Until later,
Elisa and Bucky the Wonderdog
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Fashion Week Day Two: Where To Buy My Chic Look
DAHLINGS -
The Off-Broadway Boutique on West 72nd Street is known for over-the-top glam. Yesterday I woke up to pouring rain and the prospect of running around the Marc Bouwer shoot. So I choose simple flat black boots (www.auditions.com/), black wide-legged trousers, a black shirt, and vintage black earrings.
I topped it off with an amazing red microfiber jacket from Off-Broadway that withstood the rain and a full day of activities and never looked less than perfect!
Ciao,
Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog
The Off-Broadway Boutique on West 72nd Street is known for over-the-top glam. Yesterday I woke up to pouring rain and the prospect of running around the Marc Bouwer shoot. So I choose simple flat black boots (www.auditions.com/), black wide-legged trousers, a black shirt, and vintage black earrings.
I topped it off with an amazing red microfiber jacket from Off-Broadway that withstood the rain and a full day of activities and never looked less than perfect!
Here it is on the hanger, and I assure you, the photo does not do it justice! However, I will be wearing it again in days (and nights) to come!
You can find it here: http://www.boutiqueoffbroadway.com/deep-fingertip-length-microfiber-jacket-p-1373.html
Lynn, Yal-el and the staff was unbelievably helpful, and picked out stylish items that any fashionista would be delighted to wear! To see more lovely things, please go to:
Ciao,
Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Fashion Week Day One: Where To Buy My Plus Size Vintage Look!
DAHLINGS -
I am only here for a moment, but I wanted to let you know that you can see my first fabulous ensemble for Mercedez Benz Fashion Week, at:
http://www.diaryofamadfashionistafashionweek.blogspot.com/
Shopping details are there!
Despite an early morning hair disaster, my magnificent hat from Ellen Christine Millinery got me through the day in style! Do go have a look.
In the meantime, it's off to change into another fantastic look--with cleavage, this time.
Ciao,
Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog
I am only here for a moment, but I wanted to let you know that you can see my first fabulous ensemble for Mercedez Benz Fashion Week, at:
http://www.diaryofamadfashionistafashionweek.blogspot.com/
Shopping details are there!
Despite an early morning hair disaster, my magnificent hat from Ellen Christine Millinery got me through the day in style! Do go have a look.
In the meantime, it's off to change into another fantastic look--with cleavage, this time.
Ciao,
Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
"DIARY OF A MAD FASHIONISTA" OPENS 2/27/08!
DAHLINGS -
I have been up to my exfoliated elbows in work, work, work, and almost completely missed Fashion Week! Please forgive me for this unforgiveable lapse, it won't happen again.
However, I am proud as punch to announce:
LIVE! ON STAGE! THE POPULAR BLOG COMES TO LIFE!
Rival-blasting, servant-bashing, she will stop at nothing for the perfect Dior!
FRIGID new york presents an S & D Production
DIARY OF A MAD FASHIONISTA
A Couture Comedy Made For The Masses
Written by Elisa DeCarlo
Directed by Aaron Haber
Starring Elisa DeCarlo and Shannon Sutherland
"You CANNOT AFFORD to miss this show, dahlings!" -
The Fashionista
WED 2/27 @ 9 PM
SUN 3/2 @ 8:30 PM
TUE 3/4 @ 9 PM
FRI 3/7 @ 10:30 PM
SAT 3/8 @ 10 PM
The Red Room
85 East 4th Street
New York, NY 10003(Between 2nd and 3rd Ave.)
Tickets $12
For tickets, go to http://www.smarttix.com/ or call (212) 868-4444
“This is one seriously funny writer.” VintageGrace.com
“Truly a cool blog!” Critiquemyblog.com
“A fabulously funny blog.” TheThreeTomatoes.com
"DeCarlo is a killer performer" Raven Snook, The L Magazine
Fortunately my costar, the fabulous Shannon Sutherland, made quite a few of the shows, including Michael Kors and Betsy Johnson.
Make certain you buy your tickets ASAP...it's a small theater and will be simply jampacked!
Ciao,
Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog
I have been up to my exfoliated elbows in work, work, work, and almost completely missed Fashion Week! Please forgive me for this unforgiveable lapse, it won't happen again.
However, I am proud as punch to announce:
LIVE! ON STAGE! THE POPULAR BLOG COMES TO LIFE!
Rival-blasting, servant-bashing, she will stop at nothing for the perfect Dior!
FRIGID new york presents an S & D Production
DIARY OF A MAD FASHIONISTA
A Couture Comedy Made For The Masses
Written by Elisa DeCarlo
Directed by Aaron Haber
Starring Elisa DeCarlo and Shannon Sutherland
"You CANNOT AFFORD to miss this show, dahlings!" -
The Fashionista
WED 2/27 @ 9 PM
SUN 3/2 @ 8:30 PM
TUE 3/4 @ 9 PM
FRI 3/7 @ 10:30 PM
SAT 3/8 @ 10 PM
The Red Room
85 East 4th Street
New York, NY 10003(Between 2nd and 3rd Ave.)
Tickets $12
For tickets, go to http://www.smarttix.com/ or call (212) 868-4444
“This is one seriously funny writer.” VintageGrace.com
“Truly a cool blog!” Critiquemyblog.com
“A fabulously funny blog.” TheThreeTomatoes.com
"DeCarlo is a killer performer" Raven Snook, The L Magazine
Fortunately my costar, the fabulous Shannon Sutherland, made quite a few of the shows, including Michael Kors and Betsy Johnson.
Make certain you buy your tickets ASAP...it's a small theater and will be simply jampacked!
Ciao,
Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Ralph Lauren Has A Surprise...
DAHLINGS -
At Ralph Lauren’s 40th anniversary celebration at the Central Park Conservatory, your faithful correspondent was truly rendered speechless. It was not merely the celebrity-packed audience, one gets used to those, it was not even the fashions. They were marvelous. Although I shall never understand the appeal of jodhpurs. Why intentionally make one’s thighs look larger?
It was the hats. Not a single funny hat to be seen in the entire collection of over 70 looks! Wide-brimmed hats, top hats with veils, chic little 40s hats…all exactly right. I was slack-jawed with amaze.
The other simply astounding feat pulled off by the designer was that some of the models…
Smiled.
After the endless misery I had been watching on the runways since September 5th, there are no words.
But then I returned home the next morning before dawn to—DISASTER!
My assistant, that lumpkin, that peasant, that selfish pig, had RESIGNED in my absence!
There was a letter on my desk. I refuse to reveal the contents on the grounds that I might incriminate myself, or whatever it is they say on Court TV. Suffice to say she was not coming back.
The impudence! During FASHION WEEK, of all the times to quit! The baggage knew exactly how this would stab me in the back.
I fell back on the chaise lounge, Bucky licking my face sympathetically. Thank goodness dogs don’t know how to give notice. I had to think, and think fast. I needed an assistant, but where to get one?
Then I remembered…my maid has a teenage daughter, who speaks passable English, at least better than her mother’s. What girl wouldn’t leap at such a chance, if only for a few days until I could hire someone better qualified and kick her out?
I summoned the maid, and ordered her to bring her daughter to me immediately. I will write more later, after I get the detective’s report on where my assistant has vanished to.
No-one leaves the Fashionista in the lurch. No-one.
Ciao,
Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog
At Ralph Lauren’s 40th anniversary celebration at the Central Park Conservatory, your faithful correspondent was truly rendered speechless. It was not merely the celebrity-packed audience, one gets used to those, it was not even the fashions. They were marvelous. Although I shall never understand the appeal of jodhpurs. Why intentionally make one’s thighs look larger?
It was the hats. Not a single funny hat to be seen in the entire collection of over 70 looks! Wide-brimmed hats, top hats with veils, chic little 40s hats…all exactly right. I was slack-jawed with amaze.
The other simply astounding feat pulled off by the designer was that some of the models…
Smiled.
After the endless misery I had been watching on the runways since September 5th, there are no words.
But then I returned home the next morning before dawn to—DISASTER!
My assistant, that lumpkin, that peasant, that selfish pig, had RESIGNED in my absence!
There was a letter on my desk. I refuse to reveal the contents on the grounds that I might incriminate myself, or whatever it is they say on Court TV. Suffice to say she was not coming back.
The impudence! During FASHION WEEK, of all the times to quit! The baggage knew exactly how this would stab me in the back.
I fell back on the chaise lounge, Bucky licking my face sympathetically. Thank goodness dogs don’t know how to give notice. I had to think, and think fast. I needed an assistant, but where to get one?
Then I remembered…my maid has a teenage daughter, who speaks passable English, at least better than her mother’s. What girl wouldn’t leap at such a chance, if only for a few days until I could hire someone better qualified and kick her out?
I summoned the maid, and ordered her to bring her daughter to me immediately. I will write more later, after I get the detective’s report on where my assistant has vanished to.
No-one leaves the Fashionista in the lurch. No-one.
Ciao,
Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Dahlings, I'm going NATIONAL!
DAHLINGS -
This morning I awakened to the news that the article about clavicles has apparently been printed in The Chicago Tribune. (I haven't looked, but if the link is there I shall surely faint.) I would hazard a guess that it is in other national newspapers as well. We are talking about The New York Times, after all, and their reach is wide.
Every time I look down at my own decolletage, I thank genetics for nature's bounty.
Ciao,
Elisa and Bucky the Wonderdog
This morning I awakened to the news that the article about clavicles has apparently been printed in The Chicago Tribune. (I haven't looked, but if the link is there I shall surely faint.) I would hazard a guess that it is in other national newspapers as well. We are talking about The New York Times, after all, and their reach is wide.
Every time I look down at my own decolletage, I thank genetics for nature's bounty.
Ciao,
Elisa and Bucky the Wonderdog
Thursday, May 10, 2007
I'm In The New York Times, Dahlings!
DAHLINGS -
I am in shock. Complete, delighted, utter shock. Today my maid brought my breakfast to me in bed on an antique teak tray (a croissant, some huckleberry preserves from Montana, and a very large pot of coffee), along with the morning paper. Bucky had slipped from his dog bed and hopped up beside me, hoping for some crumbs.
As I was idly flipping through the Thursday "Styles" section, I saw a picture that made me gag on my croissant.
At first I thought it was a deathly ill victim of some rare disease doing a Public Service Ad, but then I realized it was the illustration to "The Collarbone: Connection To Slimness" by Kara Jellessa.
The newest trend, besides hideously bony knees, is the re-appearance of that most dreadful sign of gauntness, the clavicle. And dear readers, you all know how I feel about clavicles--COVER THEM UP, FOR GOD'S SAKE! This model had collarbones large enough to catch leaves in on a windy day! It was ghastly. For the sake of you all, I leave it to your imagination.
But I read the article, and to my surprise, your faithful correspondent was QUOTED. Yes, my screed on allowing women to look like women was before me, in black and white that smeared on my beautifully manicured hands, in The New York Times!
Here is the link, so you may slaver with envy:
http://www.nytimes.com/2007/05/10/fashion/10clavicle.html?ref=fashion
My only, tiny, quibble is that they did not provide a link back to this blog. But who can quarrel with the Great Gray Lady? Not moi, that is for sure.
Ciao,
Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog
P.S. Latest news! New York writer/editor Carol Rial will be interviewed in this blog next week for the Great Collarbone Rebuttal.
And a reminder, dahlings, Meg Cabot (Princess Diaries) will be interviewed on her new book, Queen of Babble, in early June. I will post a special blog for your questions for Ms. Cabot!
I am in shock. Complete, delighted, utter shock. Today my maid brought my breakfast to me in bed on an antique teak tray (a croissant, some huckleberry preserves from Montana, and a very large pot of coffee), along with the morning paper. Bucky had slipped from his dog bed and hopped up beside me, hoping for some crumbs.
As I was idly flipping through the Thursday "Styles" section, I saw a picture that made me gag on my croissant.
At first I thought it was a deathly ill victim of some rare disease doing a Public Service Ad, but then I realized it was the illustration to "The Collarbone: Connection To Slimness" by Kara Jellessa.
The newest trend, besides hideously bony knees, is the re-appearance of that most dreadful sign of gauntness, the clavicle. And dear readers, you all know how I feel about clavicles--COVER THEM UP, FOR GOD'S SAKE! This model had collarbones large enough to catch leaves in on a windy day! It was ghastly. For the sake of you all, I leave it to your imagination.
But I read the article, and to my surprise, your faithful correspondent was QUOTED. Yes, my screed on allowing women to look like women was before me, in black and white that smeared on my beautifully manicured hands, in The New York Times!
Here is the link, so you may slaver with envy:
http://www.nytimes.com/2007/05/10/fashion/10clavicle.html?ref=fashion
My only, tiny, quibble is that they did not provide a link back to this blog. But who can quarrel with the Great Gray Lady? Not moi, that is for sure.
Ciao,
Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog
P.S. Latest news! New York writer/editor Carol Rial will be interviewed in this blog next week for the Great Collarbone Rebuttal.
And a reminder, dahlings, Meg Cabot (Princess Diaries) will be interviewed on her new book, Queen of Babble, in early June. I will post a special blog for your questions for Ms. Cabot!
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
A Rave Review For My Blog!
DAHLINGS -
It is rare I come across a voice of sanity in the wilderness, but your faithful correspondent has received a rave review in Critique My Blog (link to your right).
To wit:
http://diaryofamadfashionista.blogspot.com
Into fashion and all that is trendy? Love Style and the newest "in" thing? Then you have to check out this...well...diary of a mad fashionista. How can you not at least peek at a blogger who starts most posts with "Dahling"? Truly a cool blog with great commentary on fashion and life.Also check out the ebay store that is associated with this blog. Well done, fashionista! Keep up the good work.
Ciao,
Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog
It is rare I come across a voice of sanity in the wilderness, but your faithful correspondent has received a rave review in Critique My Blog (link to your right).
To wit:
http://diaryofamadfashionista.blogspot.com
Into fashion and all that is trendy? Love Style and the newest "in" thing? Then you have to check out this...well...diary of a mad fashionista. How can you not at least peek at a blogger who starts most posts with "Dahling"? Truly a cool blog with great commentary on fashion and life.Also check out the ebay store that is associated with this blog. Well done, fashionista! Keep up the good work.
Ciao,
Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog
Sunday, February 25, 2007
It's Oscar Night, Dear God In Heaven...
(Note...this is being transcribed by me, Elisa's assistant, from notes she is messaging over, so please forgive any discontinuity. She is going to a variety of parties in Manhattan tonight, but I have to stay here and work...I hate my life...)
DAHLINGS -
I am on my way to the first of MANY fabulous parties in Manhattan, and my limo has a computer in the back, so I have it turned to the TV Guide channel for the moment...
My GOD, what has happened to Joan Rivers? She looks like the Bride of Wildenstein! Please, somebody chloroform the woman! Didn't she once have a face? And that fur shrug...what sort of rasberry polyester animal was killed for that? Must change channel...must...
Ah, Ryan Seacrest, the hardest working drone in show business. There's Cameron Diaz, in a dress made entirely of paper dinner napkins. From the neck up, she looks like Burt Lancaster playing an Native American in an old Western...those light eyes and that strange tan and that hair...poor dear can never get it right...
ACCCCK!!! PATRICIA FIELD!!!! NOOOOOO!
This CANNOT be the woman who designed those glorious costumes for "The Devil Wears Prada"! Not this ancient Rita Hayworth wanna-be with dyed purple red hair, too-tight strapless red spangled dress, and those baggy old arms and neck! I am all for aging gracefully, but two words...matching wrap! Also, do not stand next to two stunning young actresses when being interviewed. She should have made sure to stand next to Forrest Whittaker. I love Emily Blunt's sparkling blue strapless gown. Young women today have no idea how to wear strapless gowns, or for that matter, how they should be fitted. The usual trend is for the dress to cut straight across the top, too tightly, so that what little flesh they have above the breasts bulges out when they walk. What would Rita have said?
No one notices Sascha Baron Cohen's fiancee, but let me inform you that she is wearing a green satin dress that way a strapless dress is MEANT to be worn! Heart-shaped front, lots of decolletage, and firm upper support. Now I know why I loved "Borat."
Oh my GOD...Nicole, what are you THINKING? I've always thought redheads look good in red, but that pale coloring, black mascara, blonde straightened hair, do not work with that hideous dress. She looks like a tube of red lipstick with a goiter!
George Clooney...sigh...need one say more? He makes me want to fly out to Los Angeles this minute and smother him in my properly fitted bosom. I am wearing that spectacular Oscar de la Renta you saw in my earlier blog, my mahogany mink and high-heeled matching fabric pumps, the same as the dress. Because of the unfortunate size of my feet (the only thing about myself I regret) they had to be custom made, but what's money, if not to be spent?
Penelope Cruz may have a face like a foot, but her Atelier Versace blush pink gown is simply smashing. Now, if only they could transplant her head... I'm firmly in the minority on this one, but I like Kelly Preston's leopard print gown. As least someone isn't killing themselves to look piss-elegant, as the saying goes. Pardon my language. Besides, she's married to that human cream bun John Travolta, so she should get her kicks where she can.
I'm at my first stop...to be continued...
(tape clicks off)
DAHLINGS -
I am on my way to the first of MANY fabulous parties in Manhattan, and my limo has a computer in the back, so I have it turned to the TV Guide channel for the moment...
My GOD, what has happened to Joan Rivers? She looks like the Bride of Wildenstein! Please, somebody chloroform the woman! Didn't she once have a face? And that fur shrug...what sort of rasberry polyester animal was killed for that? Must change channel...must...
Ah, Ryan Seacrest, the hardest working drone in show business. There's Cameron Diaz, in a dress made entirely of paper dinner napkins. From the neck up, she looks like Burt Lancaster playing an Native American in an old Western...those light eyes and that strange tan and that hair...poor dear can never get it right...
ACCCCK!!! PATRICIA FIELD!!!! NOOOOOO!
This CANNOT be the woman who designed those glorious costumes for "The Devil Wears Prada"! Not this ancient Rita Hayworth wanna-be with dyed purple red hair, too-tight strapless red spangled dress, and those baggy old arms and neck! I am all for aging gracefully, but two words...matching wrap! Also, do not stand next to two stunning young actresses when being interviewed. She should have made sure to stand next to Forrest Whittaker. I love Emily Blunt's sparkling blue strapless gown. Young women today have no idea how to wear strapless gowns, or for that matter, how they should be fitted. The usual trend is for the dress to cut straight across the top, too tightly, so that what little flesh they have above the breasts bulges out when they walk. What would Rita have said?
No one notices Sascha Baron Cohen's fiancee, but let me inform you that she is wearing a green satin dress that way a strapless dress is MEANT to be worn! Heart-shaped front, lots of decolletage, and firm upper support. Now I know why I loved "Borat."
Oh my GOD...Nicole, what are you THINKING? I've always thought redheads look good in red, but that pale coloring, black mascara, blonde straightened hair, do not work with that hideous dress. She looks like a tube of red lipstick with a goiter!
George Clooney...sigh...need one say more? He makes me want to fly out to Los Angeles this minute and smother him in my properly fitted bosom. I am wearing that spectacular Oscar de la Renta you saw in my earlier blog, my mahogany mink and high-heeled matching fabric pumps, the same as the dress. Because of the unfortunate size of my feet (the only thing about myself I regret) they had to be custom made, but what's money, if not to be spent?
Penelope Cruz may have a face like a foot, but her Atelier Versace blush pink gown is simply smashing. Now, if only they could transplant her head... I'm firmly in the minority on this one, but I like Kelly Preston's leopard print gown. As least someone isn't killing themselves to look piss-elegant, as the saying goes. Pardon my language. Besides, she's married to that human cream bun John Travolta, so she should get her kicks where she can.
I'm at my first stop...to be continued...
(tape clicks off)
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