DAHLINGS -
I don't usually divulge details of my personal life (unless they're sexual). However, due to an unforeseen emergency involving a close relative, I have not and will not have time to do any blogging for awhile.
If you find yourself going through withdrawal, you can always read the archives and pretend they're topical.
Ciao,
Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog (who is just fine, thank you)
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
The Tony Awards Best Dressed 2009
DAHLINGS -
Sorry this is late, my dears! I am writing this amidst piles of correspondence and packages that arrived during my absence. Not having an new assistant yet, I have been doing my level best to catch up. (Note to Andre Leon Talley: sorry I forgot to RSVP for your soiree!)
Here are my personal picks for last Sunday's Tony Awards Best Dressed. First, I must acknowlege the magnificent Angela Lansbury, still a model of chic at 83, and ever so gracious:
Next, we have the stylish Chandra Wilson, stunning in green Alberto Makali! Green was quite the color that evening.
Marcia Gay Harden, nominated for God of Carnage, also shone in her green strapless Carmen Marc Valvo gown, filled out as only a real woman can fill a dress:
As did Lauren Graham in bright satin:
Glenn Close was elegant simplicity at its best in her cream-colored strapless column dress:
Speaking of improving with age, nominee Jane Fonda took a fashion risk (the neckline) but succeeded gracefully with this lovely black gown.
After losing the Tony, Fonda twittered that she was off with a chum to enjoy a few vodkas.
I should also mention the high points of the broadcast for your faithful correspondent: the magnificent dance number from Billy Elliot:
Here are the three young lads who play Billy (the boy on the far right danced on the Tony Awards), all looking adorably embarrassed and happy:
The incomparable Liza Minelli, proving she can still bring the house down:
And host Neil Patrick Harris, television star, who was a sheer delight throughout the broadcast. His closing number will probably be played several million times on YouTube:
It was a perfect ending to an excellent broadcast. The Academy Awards could learn a few things!
Ciao,
Elisa & Bucky The Wonderdog
Sorry this is late, my dears! I am writing this amidst piles of correspondence and packages that arrived during my absence. Not having an new assistant yet, I have been doing my level best to catch up. (Note to Andre Leon Talley: sorry I forgot to RSVP for your soiree!)
Here are my personal picks for last Sunday's Tony Awards Best Dressed. First, I must acknowlege the magnificent Angela Lansbury, still a model of chic at 83, and ever so gracious:
Next, we have the stylish Chandra Wilson, stunning in green Alberto Makali! Green was quite the color that evening.
Marcia Gay Harden, nominated for God of Carnage, also shone in her green strapless Carmen Marc Valvo gown, filled out as only a real woman can fill a dress:
As did Lauren Graham in bright satin:
Glenn Close was elegant simplicity at its best in her cream-colored strapless column dress:
Speaking of improving with age, nominee Jane Fonda took a fashion risk (the neckline) but succeeded gracefully with this lovely black gown.
After losing the Tony, Fonda twittered that she was off with a chum to enjoy a few vodkas.
I should also mention the high points of the broadcast for your faithful correspondent: the magnificent dance number from Billy Elliot:
Here are the three young lads who play Billy (the boy on the far right danced on the Tony Awards), all looking adorably embarrassed and happy:
The incomparable Liza Minelli, proving she can still bring the house down:
And host Neil Patrick Harris, television star, who was a sheer delight throughout the broadcast. His closing number will probably be played several million times on YouTube:
It was a perfect ending to an excellent broadcast. The Academy Awards could learn a few things!
Ciao,
Elisa & Bucky The Wonderdog
The Tony Awards Worst Dressed 2009
DAHLINGS -
The Tony Awards broadcast was truly a delightful program, as I wrote previously, but now it is time to nominate the most egregious Crimes Against Fashion committed on Sunday.
First, the woman I am certain will make all of the Worst Dressed Lists, the incomparable (and truly frightening) Dolly Parton:
I ask you, what is that draped mini-skirted horror? This is truly a woman I never want to see with her clothing off. The mind boggles.
Movie and stage star Laura Linney chose a fussy gown that did her no favors, either in the figure or the coloring department. Somehow she looks like a giant bottle of Almay liquid foundation in "Pale":
Edie Falco obviously had no time to get a dress, so she threw on this rumpled bedspread:
Neon orange does not become Sutton Foster. Although I doubt it would become anybody who wasn't a teenager in a club in a bad neighborhood:
Speaking of orange, poor Marisa Tomei, who usually does so well, made a wrong turn when she chose this Isaac Mizrahi dress, which washes out her coloring. And what is that black tulle thing vomiting out of the back? (And speaking of Isaac Mizrahi, it reminds one of something one of the lesser designers on the "The Fashion Show" would present.
Fortunately, the Tony Awards are a less dramatic affair, fashion-wise, than other awards shows. Perhaps other writers are disappointed, but yours truly was grateful for the overwhelming display of good taste.
As for other just-plain-wrong moments on the show, the one that stands out for me is the utter bastardization of "Sit Down, You're Rocking The Boat" from Guys and Dolls. Whoever thought of the alternate ending of that number should be beaten to a bloody pulp. I write that with the utmost respect, of course.
Legally Blonde was the closest thing to a musical vacuum as I have seen since I accidentally blundered into a Miley Cyrus album release party. (I was looking for a fashion awards party and went to the club down the street--I still shudder at the memory.)
More later!
Ciao,
Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog
The Tony Awards broadcast was truly a delightful program, as I wrote previously, but now it is time to nominate the most egregious Crimes Against Fashion committed on Sunday.
First, the woman I am certain will make all of the Worst Dressed Lists, the incomparable (and truly frightening) Dolly Parton:
I ask you, what is that draped mini-skirted horror? This is truly a woman I never want to see with her clothing off. The mind boggles.
Movie and stage star Laura Linney chose a fussy gown that did her no favors, either in the figure or the coloring department. Somehow she looks like a giant bottle of Almay liquid foundation in "Pale":
Edie Falco obviously had no time to get a dress, so she threw on this rumpled bedspread:
Neon orange does not become Sutton Foster. Although I doubt it would become anybody who wasn't a teenager in a club in a bad neighborhood:
Speaking of orange, poor Marisa Tomei, who usually does so well, made a wrong turn when she chose this Isaac Mizrahi dress, which washes out her coloring. And what is that black tulle thing vomiting out of the back? (And speaking of Isaac Mizrahi, it reminds one of something one of the lesser designers on the "The Fashion Show" would present.
Fortunately, the Tony Awards are a less dramatic affair, fashion-wise, than other awards shows. Perhaps other writers are disappointed, but yours truly was grateful for the overwhelming display of good taste.
As for other just-plain-wrong moments on the show, the one that stands out for me is the utter bastardization of "Sit Down, You're Rocking The Boat" from Guys and Dolls. Whoever thought of the alternate ending of that number should be beaten to a bloody pulp. I write that with the utmost respect, of course.
Legally Blonde was the closest thing to a musical vacuum as I have seen since I accidentally blundered into a Miley Cyrus album release party. (I was looking for a fashion awards party and went to the club down the street--I still shudder at the memory.)
More later!
Ciao,
Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog
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