Imagine you're one of the world's first supermodels. (Not Janice Dickinson, though. She might be totally coked out -- we said, might, legal-type people -- but she'd never pull this kind of stunt.) And say you're going to the Oscars. And say that despite being on the other side of the half-century mark, you're totally gorgeous and aging really gracefully. So when you open your wardrobe, what do you decide to throw on?
Sure. A tribal crotch shield, be-pom-pomed cropped pants and mocs. That makes perfect sense.
Poor Naomi Watts. After all that "KING KONG IS GOING TO MAKE YOU A STAR! A STAR!" schtick she -- and we -- got fed all last summer, she's still kind of "that girl who's friends with Nicole Kidman. Wasn't she in that long movie with the ape?" (Take a note from Charlize, Naomi: starring with a huge gorilla is rarely a good career movie). If that weren't bad enough, now there's this:
I don't know if all that flimsy balsa wood-colored hoo-ha along the bodice is supposed to draw our eyes away from what looks to me like -- to borrow a phrase from Star Magazine -- a baby bump, but it mostly makes me wonder if her breasts got caught in a wood shredder on the way to the Kodak.
Here in Los Angeles, there is no day more sacred than Oscar Sunday. The entire town shuts down, as those who have not spent the last month in a frenzy of dieting, bleaching, waxing, colonics, or bribes all trek frantically across the city bearing dips and drinks....and dreams. And nowhere is more frenzied than GFY HQ, as the office rings with the clack-clack of the teletype, screams of agony over the proper structure of Ziyi Zhang's name, and the constant moaning, "won't someone please wear something ugly?"
Those prayers, of course, were answered in the form of Charlize Theron's Massive Shoulder Wound-Bow. And in countless other ways that we plan to mercilessly enumerate...as soon as we crawl out of what we call the Clooney Coma: a very serious but incredibly pleasant form of paralysis that takes over the average American once she's spent over an hour looking at George Clooney in a classic tux. Neither of your faithful fuggers can bear to be bitchy when in the throes of the Clooney Coma. And, readers, we have it. We have it bad. Experts predict that we won't snap out of it until approximately noon, PST.
At which point, we promise, the fugs will fly fast and furious and no one -- no one! -- will be spared.
Except Clooney. Just look at him:
Sigh.
Until noon, faithful readers. Stay alive. We will find you.
-- Edited by detroit at 16:57, 2006-03-06
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To be honest, I thought what everyone said on this site about the bad fashion was WAY funnier then the fug girls!! They must have Oscar party hangovers cause I didn't even chuckle.
SHARON STONE: And lemme tell you ANOTHER THING, Leslie!
LINDSAY LOHAN: Lindsay.
SHARON STONE: That's what I SAID. Lemme tell you ANOTHER THING, LESLIE. What you NEED to DO is land a role where you show the world YOUR COOTER. But you show it in a REAL CLASSY WHITE OUTFIT. REAL classy. So there's like a....DISPARITY betweeen the COOTER and your OUTFIT. WHAT'S WRONG?
LINDSAY LOHAN: You're...just saying the word "cooter" really loud.
SHARON STONE: SORRY. Okay, SO THEN you spend the next five years dressing REALLY GOOD. Like, CLASSY and GLAMOUROUS. People are like, "sure, we all saw her cooter, but MAN, can she WORK A TURTLENECK." HEY, is that the guy with the CHICKEN SATAY?
LINDSAY LOHAN: I...don't know. Um, it's been great talking to --
SHARON STONE: SO THEN people think you're an okay actress and BEAUTIFUL and then SCORCESE puts you in a MOVIE and you get a GOLDEN GLOBE and then YOU MARRY A GUY and take a lot of TIME OFF and then your HUSBAND gets his FOOT EATEN OFF by a DRAGON at the ZOO and then you have a BRAIN SOMETHING and then more stuff happens and THEN you realize NO ONE IS HIRING YOU ANYMORE and so THEN you decide to -- WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?
LINDSAY LOHAN: You're just...it's...um. I'm...nothing. I really should go say hello to Meryl --
SHARON STONE: FUCK MERYL STREEP I'M TELLING YOU THINGS. So THEN you decide to make a REALLY PORNY SEQUEL to the movie where you show your cooter LIKE I MEAN REALLY PORNY and THEN you show up at the OSCARS in a dress that shows your NIPPLES and HAS UGLY PURPLE APPLIQUES OF BUTTERFLIES and you do your make-up using the FREE SAMPLES AT RITE AID with your eyes CLOSED. And then --
LINDSAY LOHAN: Oh god.
SHARON STONE: THEN you do your HAIR in a WIND TUNNEL! And then everyone WONDERS what the hell happened to you. ISN'T THAT A GREAT PLAN FOR YOUR CAREER?
LINDSAY LOHAN: [polite laughter] I really need to go now. But it's been great talking to you.
SHARON STONE: I used to be YOUNG LIKE YOU. CALL ME!
Okay. It's totally shapeless - and I hate what I can see of the shoe -- but she's comfortable, right? Because if there's one night when you should favor comfort over glamour in Los Angeles, it's OSCAR NIGHT, right? Right? Who's with me? Oh, wait.
The night before, at a pre-Oscar party:
Please note, this has the exact same collar as the dress she wore above, which begs the question: are these dresses detachable? Because while we've all loved a detail on an item and tried to duplicate it on other pieces, wearing something this distinctive two nights in a row, on nights when you know you're going to be photographed is just, well, bizarre. Frankly, I can't see the rest of this frock, but if it's short, there could potentially be something somewhat 60s and fetching about it, but this is a look you wear once, and then follow up with something totally structured and fierce so you don't look like you're all obsessed with, like, housedresses.
Two nights before, at the Independent Spirit Awards:
Wait, what was that I said about housedresses? Sweet cracker sandwich, woman. It's called a waist. Find yours.
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Ahh, I turned on the show just in time to catch this and actually screamed at the tv! My BF came running in to see what was going on. What was she thinking?!
I think that, in this moment, even Jennifer Aniston knew this was a wasted opportunity.
Yawn. A black dress and hair around her face. And a too-long necklace that's fighting with the neckline of the limp-rag-looking gown she threw on in the limo. Totally boring and uninspired and exactly the theme we've seen before. It's everyday Jen, not glammed-up Jen.
How about trying an updo, lady? I know that's a strong chin, but it's not like she's never worn her hair up before. I've seen Friends. Play. Get a little creative. Isn't she walking the same breakup line Jessica Simpson did -- becoming best friends with her hairdresser?
Incidentally, the dresses most people talk about with Jen are the red strapless sheath and the ivory-and-cold strapless empire-waisted gown, neither of which -- Aniston, pay attention -- is black. One exception, if I remember right, was a low-cut cleavage-barer, which at least flaunted her figure. This dress does none of that. And given the PR war raging between Team Aniston and Team Jolie-Pitt, the fact that a small-screen star struggling to own the big-screen was invited to present at the Oscars had to be considered a great opportunity -- and perhaps even a leg up, since Brangelina was busy gestating in Paris. But Jen played it safe, played it typical, on a night when she could've taken chances with color and style to look more glamorous than we're used to seeing her. Wasn't this all about seeing her on par with all the movie stars, not as a TV star trying to break into the In Crowd?
And, even a little, wasn't this about sticking it to Team Jolie and showing off her bod and knocking everyone dead, instead of looking bored and rolling her eyes during red-carpet interviews?
I can not believe she wore this dress! I don't know what she was thinking. If she ripped the bow off I don't think the dress would have been that bad...The dress is so 80's Bridesmaid like!