You guys, it kills me that I am too far away and too time-zoned out to watch the Oscars live. Some of my fave memories of this time of year contain scrambling to get through all the screeners from Nick’s work, powering through some short films and documentaries online, and then heading over to my friend Andy’s house to fill out our predictions ballot and watch it all play out in real time.
That said, due to the amazing Snapchat skills of a few good friends (cough…Lilly!), I was able to get some of the red carpet highlights as they happened – and it got me really excited to sit down and write this post.
So excited, in fact, that I totally blanked on doing it until being kicked in the butt by a loyal reader this morning (thanks, Terri). Without further ado, let’s get to the nitty gritty:
Rachael McAdams, you sexy beast. Are you aware of your perfection? Do you know that I have a deep-down longing for women who choose dark jewel tones over black? Can you teach me how to wear a long tassel without looking like a stripper? And can you kiss your stylist on the lips for pairing the look with those simple metallic strappies? I love you. And I love your August Getty creation, despite not knowing who that designer actually is.
And while I’m on a love high, let’s talk about the always-impeccable J.Law (here in Dior). Girlfriend, you took the peroxide plunge without looking trashy and paired that masterpiece of a lob with peekaboo lace and a beautiful V-cut bodice. WERK, girl. Just werk.
Charlize. CHAR. LIZE. Like, can you not? Can you not defeat the sands of time that weather the rest of our faces into wrinkled, filthy messes and look better than you ever have before? The plunge. The Dior. The color. The diamonds. Just go on with your bad self. Ain’t no one gonna touch you.
The internet told me that Cate Blanchett was getting some negative feedback for her g*ddamn amazing Armani Prive dress, and I honestly can’t imagine what the haters are seeing in her utter divinity. The cut is so flatting, styled so well, and complements both her body and her general way of being so amazingly that I want Mr. Armani to cease production of any further couture should Cate not be the one to wear it. So let it be written, so let it be done.
I am usually a huge fan of people dressing like gold statues to go to the Oscars (see Stacy Keibler on the Oscar Red Carpet 2012, still one of my all-time faves), and Margot Robbie‘s choice of Tom Ford this year is no exception. Sure, it’s not the most interesting dress out there, but the cut is impeccable, the color is eye-catching, and she paired it with a dramatic minaudière like a BAWS. Well done you.
Rooney Mara, I am so sick and tired of you being 1990s heroin-chic that I’m tempted to delete this entire paragraph. But I won’t, because yet again you nailed it in Givenchy, and yet again I am forced to eat my words about how I hate that “emo chick” look with the slicked-back black hair and emaciated poor posture. But know I’m not happy about it.
I go back and forth on the issue of boobs. I tend to like them on the smaller side if you’re gonna hang ’em out to dry, and on the bigger side if you’re trying to rock a form-fitting but more modest style. Olivia Wilde’s Valentino look kind of teeters between the two, but the pleats save it from looking totally whorish, and the choker anchors it down to the cool zone rather than sending it off to slutville, so I applaud her careful choice.
My final shout-out for the night goes to the always-lovely Maria Menounos who did the right thing and went with my all-time favorite designer, Christian Siriano, to make her an all-time memorable look. The cut, the beading, the wavy hair, the shimmer and shine, it was all on point, and all came together beautifully to make her look like a living goddess. Much applause.
And now for the not-so-much looks of the evening…
Amy Poehler, I can’t with all this – those wizard sleeves, the red hair, the weird appliques – like girl, I can’t. Kate Winslet, is it because you’re so beautiful (or because your boy Leo FINALLY got his statue) that you’ve decided to stop trying and just wear Hefty garbage bags to the show now? Pregnant Emily Blunt, I was gonna call you out big time for wearing both spaghetti straps AND a dress that is nearly your exact skin color, but because you’re preggo and typically knocking it out of the park, I’m gonna let you off with a warning. Kerry Washington, you are basically the naturally prettiest person on Earth and you show up to the OSCARS looking ratchet? But why?
And we are not even starting on Heidi Klum. Not. Starting. Because I have to think she had a severe head injury just before the show, causing her to temporarily believe that she was Honey Boo Boo all grownsed up and headed off to prom night with her hillbilly boyfriend. Because that is the one and only excuse for showing up looking like this.
What were your picks and pans, friends? Any that you LOVED that I missed?
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