Golden...ish.

So yesterday was the night of the Golden Globes. I didn’t care enough to invite myself to someone who has a TV, but I do care to look at the red carpet fashions today and to give my professional personal evaluation of the looks.
As Amy Poehler, one of the night’s hosts was saying: "It's the only night of the year where the beautiful people of film rub shoulders with the rat-faced people of television.” The fashion seemed to reflect that and as per usual there was some good, some bad, and some really ratty outfits, which were definitely not exclusive to the TV peeps.

Last night unfortunately saw:

A Zaubertroll.

In case you don’t know what this refers to – this is a Zaubertroll:

Hard to believe they were once a popular toy and anyone would volunteer to wear that hairstyle.

 

A knight in semi-shining armour.

 

Which is really not a good look for a girl ever. Especially if she clearly shares the same hair stylist with Miss Zaubertroll.

Yet another Oompa Loopma.

 

 

Is it the eye-shadow? Is it the spray tan? I don't even dare to ask.

The couple formerly known as hot.

 

Clearly got married and thus lost their hotness as all the regular married couples do. Her dress? His sunglasses? So sad!

Luckily there was also this:

Post break-up, show him what he is missing, and clearly the boy must be banging his head against the wall for being so stupid to mess it up - dress No 1.

 

Jennifer Lawrence in Dior Haute Couture.

Post break-up, show him what he is missing, and clearly the boy must be banging his head against the wall for being so stupid to mess it up - dress No 2.

 

 

Taylor Swift in Donna Karan Atelier.

Pocahontas Barbie was allowed to the ball.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yes, I am aware that Lucy Liu is not Native American, but I still think she would make a great Pocahontas and as weird as this Carolina Herrera dress is somehow, I love it nonetheless and would have totally spent my pocket money on a Barbie like her.

 

Last but not least there was My dress:

 

 

Dior Haute Couture yes please! and I wouldn’t mind looking like Marion Cotillard either. Aah, a girl can dream…

A fashionable thought.

When I meet new people and they ask me what I blog about my usual answer is Pasta, men, and yoga – in no particular order. I feel that I have left anything remotely fashion related far in my past so I don’t look at fashion magazines, I don’t look at shows on style.com, and I definitely don’t feel any desire to write about it.
Today I do. Though I am just wearing a stripy jersey with jeans and don’t feel particularly sparkly, I do feel quite inspired after browsing through the pictures of the Met Costume Gala. As usual it was glamorous and fabulous and definitely fashion-y (unlike the Oscars and many other red carpets). Therefore I do question the attendance of some guest i.e. The Jonas Brothers. Have they ever a) been at the Met b) do or wear anything fashion noteworthy or c) even know who Schiaparelli was? With the current exhibit being Schiaparelli and Prada: Impossible Conversations that should have been a pre-requisite to score an invite I think. Needless to say, I would have gotten one.

Anyhow here are my thoughts on the outfits. In no particular order I give you The good, The bad, and The let me quickly avert my eyes…
Little to say when something is just right…and beautiful…and new…and breathtaking…and simply the best look No 1:

Christina Ricci in Thakoon with Thakoon.

The other best look No 1:

China Chow in Jean Paul Gaultier Couture.

I usually don’t care for Diane Kruger. Well, I actually still don’t. She is just too blonde (= blah) for my taste. I also think that though I adore anything Prada, I think it is a tricky choice for evening. This one though…this isn’t just a dress, it is mucking afazing dress (can you tell I carried a Charlie’s Bakery box twice this week?):

Diane Kruger in Prada.

I remember I was the only one wearing a short dress for my matrik ball. My favorite teacher, Herr Grund, gave me the doubtful compliment of commenting how very little fabric it had for a dress. There were a lot of dubious scenarios of skin-showing at the Met this year, but this dress especially makes me wonder what Herr Grund would have said:

I think she looks straight out of Lady & The Tramp and she is not the lady. I might be biased with her. I have never liked her and I never will. I blame an ex (you know who you are!) who loved her and called her Scarlywarly, not that I think she would have been impressed by this nickname. Still I think this outfit calls for the corner pub and a beer in a can.

Almost enough with the bitching. This one actually makes me a bit sad. I am such a fan of Blair, don’t like Serena, but Blair just does it all right all the time for me. But what the flip happened here with her face? She actually looks like an Oompa Loompa and reminds us all – even spray tans are bad for you

Do you know what I mean?

Last but not least – my dress:

Farida Khelfa in vintage Schiaparelli. 

That was me for today and now police and out.

P.S. I struggled a bit with my credits, so help me out if you can. All pictures taken from www.style.com , but I only credited the people and the dresses I liked as you can see. Not out of negligence, but it just seems a little mean to name and blame in one go. Tell me if I’m wrong.