You all will have to excuse me today. I am sick. Zoe is sick. In addition to being sick, I can’t seem to find a way to string more than five hours of sleep together. Like, for several nights now. And I know all you new parents out there are going, “I’d kill for five hours of sleep,” and listen, I swear, it gets better. It gets so much better that you start to question the sanity of ever having another baby. And then you think, but don’t children need siblings? Shouldn’t I for her sake have another one? And then you think, if the little stinker would go to sleep before eleven and/or wake up after 5-fucking-30, maybe we could think about a sibling, but . . .
I have to say, I didn’t recognize a great many people on the red carpet, which is making me feel pretty out of it.
Like this chick. Love the dress. Don’t recognize the girl.
Or her. But I only bring her up to point out that she and George Clooney’s date have nearly identical dresses on.
Like the shape, but the bow is dumb and isn’t that a cocktail dress and not a formal gown?
And we’re back to draped garbage bags, huh, Angie?
This is confusing to me. Because when I first saw the picture, I went, “Oh! She looks adorable! I love this one! And the color is great!” But then I looked and looked and the bodice and the skirt started looking mismatched to me and I hated them both. But when I look at the whole picture I like it. Like a Monet. You know, from far away it’s okay and all, but up close it’s a big old mess!
What explains her presence here?
I know who she is! And I must say, the dress is kind of boring and I don’t like the necklace with it. But her facial expressions in nearly every single picture were awesome and increased my already strong desire to see The Artist.
Oh, Busy. What happened, you were lying on the beach and suddenly Siri reminded you that you were supposed to be at an awards show, so you just threw on your cover-up and ran?
Or do you just really, really want people to believe that’s what happened?
(sigh) Okay, fine, I like it. I refuse to like her, though.
Not the most interesting clothing anyone has ever worn, but she looks very pretty. And I love the hair.
I am on the record as not liking black-and-white color-blocked evening wear. I think it makes you look like waitstaff. And this one has the weird shoulders and neckline happening, too, so she looks like a shrugging alien.
But her hair and make-up look absolutely fantastic.
Love. A strong color and a drapey flowiness do it for me.
Adorable, if not inventive. Whatever, Emma Stone can do no wrong in my eyes.
I seriously love this one. It’s interesting and elegant.
This almost makes me mad. Because if I had her body I would adorn it in only the most beautiful of dresses.
Okay, if I had her body, I’d wear this all the damn time.
Oh my God. I have so much hate in my heart for this dress. So. Much. Hate. I don’t understand why anyone would design a dress that looks like this and I sure as hell don’t understand why anyone would wear it.
Probably she’ll be on a best-dressed list tomorrow. I almost always disagree with the fashionistas.
She usually wears basically the same dress but I like this one the best.
I’m pretty sure Evan Rachel Wood wore this to the Emmys. Still, it’s a hundred times better than the super-weird, body-disfiguring dresses she usually wears.
On the one hand – I love it! I love the color, I love the shape! I would wear this dress!
On the other hand . . . I would wear this dress. In fact, I think I’m going to look for something similar for my cousin-in-law’s wedding. But I’m not a glamorous actress at a major awards show. She should maybe step it up a tad.
This is terrible. This looks like the losing entry in a “Project Runway” challenge to take something from your grandmother’s closet and make it modern.
I don’t know who she is, and this looks like you’d wear it to a work party or something.
Then again, this is a “work party” for these folks, isn’t it?
Love the hair. The dress looks like it almost made it to being beautiful but stopped a little short. It needs some neck bling, is what it needs. and maybe something more interesting happening with the straps.
I kept looking at the name Judy Greer and thinking, that sounds awfully familiar, but isn’t she, like, a pin-up from the ’40s or something? Then I looked at the picture and remembered who she actually is and was excited because I love her and I think she looks great! Although, I am reminded of something my grandmother once said to me. She came to visit and arrived right around the time I was coming home from school. I was maybe fourteen. She looked at my typical school outfit and said, “I’m so glad you don’t flaunt yourself,” which I understood to mean, “You look like crap.” Although possibly she just meant she was glad I wasn’t in a miniskirt and plunging neckline. (My typical outfit in those days was “boyfriend” jeans, a tank top, and either a flannel or one of my stepfather’s button-down shirts. Come on, girls born circa 1981. You know what I’m talking about.)
Anyway, this picture makes me want to say to Judy Greer, “I’m so glad you don’t flaunt,” but I mean it in a totally nice way! While I enjoy sexiness, I also enjoy women who can look beautiful and event-appropriate without particularly pumping out the sex appeal or even showing much skin.
Now that’s how you do it, Julianna Marguiles!
I just love it. I love her a lot already (although she’s been looking super-skinny lately on the show. Like, she’s always pretty slim but lately it’s been verging on stringy. Maybe she’s been sick or extra busy or stressed, but I sincerely hope that’s it and no one is pressuring her to lose weight) and this dress is fun and beautiful and interesting and she looks happy to be wearing it.
On the other hand, celebrities need to stop wearing dresses with interesting backs. It messes up my formatting.
This is awfully . . . fluffy.
Which is not to say I don’t like it.
I really have no clue who this chick is. I am wondering why she just pulled a dress of the rack at Macy’s and didn’t bother getting it fitted or anything.
Okay, this dress is much, much better than her last one. But I still don’t understand the hair.
Also I kept mistaking her for Kirstie Alley in the thumbnails. And Kirstie Alley doesn’t even have gray hair. (I mean, she probably does, but . . . oh you know what I mean.)
I would like this dress, except for the stupid choker. And the unfinished-looking waistline.
Now that’s how you do it, Lea Michele! You look like a sexy glamour-puss without looking like a Joan Collins character. Good job!
Blossom? What are you doing here?
I have to say, I kind of like this one. It still carries that vibe of, “Excuse me, I’m Meryl Streep, and I’ll wear whatever the fuck I want to,” but it’s . . . I don’t know, kind of nice. I like the color. I like the draping. I like how she’s waving and smiling in nearly every picture taken of her last evening.
I want so badly to like this dress but then it does that weird thing at the bottom and I just can’t.
The dress is fine. The vibe she’s throwing off, of being absolutely thrilled to death with herself, is beautiful.
I really like this. I’d like a somewhat lower neckline, but I really like this. It seems I’m having a thing for shades of gray lately.
Don’t know who she is, but Kate, this dress would look great on you.
I want to hate it. It’s a jumpsuit, for fuck’s sake. And yet . . . kind of love it.
I love it!
See, this one I would want to own if I had the body for it and a glamorous enough lifestyle to need it. Unlike Jenna Fischer’s dress which I would wear right now to on occasion I actually have.
This dress reminds me of a story. When I was fifteen, my stepsister and I were going to be in my cousin’s wedding together. My cousin didn’t want to get, like, bridesmaid-y dresses, so we went with her and my stepmom to the mall. This was going to be an excruciating process because my stepsister had a much better body than me and was going to look good in everything while I looked good in nothing.
But then we found these dresses that we both loved, and we both looked good in them. We were so excited!
Did we get those dresses? No. My stepmom felt they were too sophisticated for a fifteen-year-old and a thirteen-year-old. We got different dresses, which neither of us looked particularly good in, although she got to wear the halter-style top and I had to wear the top with the high neck and the puffy sleeves, because when you’re a chubby teenager with wide shoulders, nothing looks better on you then a high neck and puffy sleeves.
(Incidentally, my cousin’s wedding dress is still the prettiest one I’ve ever seen.)
Anyway, the dresses we wanted to wear looked like this chick’s. Of course, this was 1996 and we were just teenagers. Shaliene should step it up.
is looking kind of skinny, no?
This is my dress of the night. She looks awesome.
Gretchen Mol’s is a close second.