Valentino Vestidos para Mujer Moda Otoño Invierno 2011 2012 - Semana de la Moda de París

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Valentino Fall winter 2011 2012 - Paris Fashion Week

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THE SHAME

Ugh. So I stayed up to see the Baftas red carpet looks last night. Which is at least two hours of my life I'm never getting back.


Obviously nobody was ever going to make too much effort, given that they're British and this is a serious British award decided by British people, so it's ok to wear something calf-length with sleeves and a collar.


But that hardly rules out looking halfway decent, which nobody did. The lesser amount of glitz associated with the Baftas actually had me looking forward to it, given that the looks should in theory have been more wearable and more fashion-based. THEORY turned out to be the operative word. Seriously, my best-dressed of the night goes to Andrew Garfield. A boy. In a suit. Who pretty much only got the award because I am deeply in love with him.


Ask yourself, if you had zero budgetary or logistical restrictions placed upon what you could wear, would you pick any of these?

Style-wise, being my favourite Girl Aloud is still like being the best house on a bad block. And Ashish? Really? You'd think as the E! host, Kimberley Walsh would know this wasn't the Soap Awards. And ps, is she drunk?

Ginny Weasley in Clements Ribeiro. We get it, you're all grown up now, you and Harry have kids so you've definitely lost your V plates. Why not try dressing like you are, say, 25, before heading straight to 79-year-old territory?

Hailee Steinfeld rocking the same god-awful Prada grandma crap that always makes Carey Mulligan look like she has a stick up her ass. And I had such high hopes after her moment of glory in Prabal Gurung at the Golden Globes. You've got one more chance kid, and it's called The Oscars, which gives you two weeks to make sure this doesn't happen again.

Hermione in Valentino's gran's lace curtains. Are we sensing a theme yet people? PREMATURE AGEING. Give nonna back her curtains Hermy, but see if you can maybe borrow her wig.

Even Bellatrix Lestrange has let me down. Because it's NOT BAD ENOUGH.

Thank the lord then for Sarah Harding, who came as an ageing East End prostitute on the point of accepting her days of turning tricks are numbered and turning madam, and Minnie Driver, who apparently moonlights as an elderly cruise ship singer, with her jaw accompanying her on keyboards.


What were either of them even doing there? I doubt whether anyone handing out Baftas saw St Trinian's, and when was the last time Minnie Driver appeared on any screen anywhere outside of the homes of people who own the Good Will Hunting DVD?

Rosamund Pike is off to Abigail's Party.

Eva Green (I think she was a Bond Girl with twenty minutes of screen time about six years ago) clearly thinks she is sexy enough to pull this off. She is not.

Jessica Alba looks nice, but who cares? Looking nice is hardly a compliment, and it's Jessica Alba. She always strikes me as one of those celebs who are just really really dumb. Like she's only an actress (kinda) because she was the exact precise combination of stupid, pretty, toned and just under regulation catalogue model height to rule out all other options.

So basically everyone looked like total crap. And I've spent a fair amount of time asking myself why, and what in the hell happened, and whether world order will ever be restored, but as to the former maybe we'll never know, and as to the latter, we can only hope.

And breathe............

One thing I have gained from this experience though (and I think it's important that we take something from it), is the certainty of what I have long suspected. That most people writing about fashion talk absolute crap, most of the time. I have read acres of gushing rubbish all over the internet about how great some of these people look. And nobody could possibly actually think that.

"Can we talk?" Golden Globes 2011

The Golden Globes may not offer the melodrama and scope for environmental/Haiti-concern posturing so beloved of people paid to dress up as someone else on quite the same scale as the Oscars, but the red carpet does tend to be a little more interesting as a result.

In a recent and regrettable fit of economy I cancelled my Sky television subscription so had to wait till today to see what Marchesa/Elie Saab gown everyone went for. On the plus side, I didn't have to listen to anyone awkwardly compliment Giuliana Rancic on her emaciated frame (miss you E! channel).

First up and in Atelier Versace, Elvira Mistress of the Dark decided to spice things up by attending with George Michael, and wearing something not the same colour as her own deadened flesh.

Still don't care though. It's long-sleeved and high-necked, as per effing usual. We get it, your sexuality is so understated. OR: you're a wanton whore who's dead inside (and possibly out) and you stole someone else's husband; style crushing on an elderly resident of The Emerald City isn't going to make us forget.

Paradoxically, Anne Hathaway in Armani Privé is a total success in much the same dress, and hair style, thus proving that Elvira can suck the life out of any look/relationship.

Christina in retro-prostitute look shocker:

Anyone who blogs this and uses the words 'killer curves' is a moron.

Ditto with regards to this hot mess:

I've said before that until Hendricks gets a breast reduction, there isn't much she can do to make any clothes, made by anyone (even, um, Romona Keveza?), anywhere in the world, look better on her. I spoke too soon. There is something she can do: not wear anything with an enormous ruffle anywhere near the boobs.

Angela Chase left her flannel at home, and proved without doubt that pretty much the best accessory for a red carpet/pavement/poolside/going to Tesco gown is a flat chest. Sigh. Appropriately, AngeLICA is kicking it 90s style in Calvin Klein, who's been kicking it 90s style since the dawn of time. But, surprise surprise, it still works for me. And hey, it's in an SS11 acid pop colour, so he's trying.

CZJ Scarlett O'Hara here lost everything she owned in the fire that destroyed Tara. Fortunately Prissy had salvaged the astro-turf they had ordered for the new golf course.

I've been reading a lot of comments expressing surprise over what a state Heidi Klum looks here. God knows why, she always dresses like she has mental health issues. I'm just grateful that for once I can't see her cervix.

By contrast I doubt anyone was surprised by any of this:

Or, I hate to say it, this:

I just about fancy January Jones, she's that beautiful, but she seems consistently incapable of channelling anything but saloon girl on a red carpet, and hellbent on cantilevering her breasts into the most awkwardly built dresses of all time.

Lea Michele has clearly been reading her own press. Because nothing says "I swear I'm not a total bitch" like Peaches and Cream Barbie's hand-me-downs. Saying that, I like it. Megabitch is beautiful, and her skin tone rocks this colour. The structure is amazing, and she looks as fresh and pretty as she knows she is.

Blair Waldorf is shutting it down all over Rachel Zoe's buhnana shop in pre-fall Burberry Prorsum. Amish sensibility? Check. Total disregard for the award ceremony-specific pressure to wear something strapless and colourful? Check. This makes me so happy.

I've never really understood the whole Jen-Lindley-is-so-stylish thing, despite her being the girl crush of choice for some of the most fashion-savvy girls I know. And this is not helping:

This gives me concerns over Valentino's health. He's pretty old now, is this the evidence that he may well be losing his marbles? And if you're going to wear Valentino, for God's sake why not just go for a Valentino Red? Oh, and grow some hair, you're not THAT pretty.

Sweet lord, Mila Kunis is hot. Such a shame there was that mix up at the stylist's that left her with Helen Mirren's dress. It confuses me why else she would have chosen to wear this. It's hideously fussy and clearly designed for someone thirty years older, and I'm sure Rodarte would have sprung for a freebie.

The biggest shock to me of the night was the fact that I DON'T HATE THIS:

Everyone else seems to, and I will admit that my first thought was "pregnancy brain", but it has grown on me. It's very Old Hollywood - an attribute all too easily bestowed on any old thing that's red/black/well-cut/not slutty, but this dress actually does make me think of 30s/40s actresses who wear turbans and smoke through cigarette holders. Weird, but lovely, which is always the best combo. The bag looks like a wallet though.

Next up Rumer Willis (who really should follow her mother down the major-surgical-face-overhaul road). This isn't strictly speaking a Red Carpet Photo, despite the fact that the carpet does actually appear to be red, but maybe Roo Roo didn't get invited to the main event. Which is a shame because she's never looked better. Makeup, jewellery, dress - all gorgeous. And good hair too. Just take that butterfly crap off the waist and we're all good.

Maybe this will help people get the message that blondes really don't suit nudes:

I love the dress, but get a tan for christ's sake. It doesn't make you a worse actress.

Ah, Tilda. When I worked at the Scottish edition of a certain tabloid they were fond of reporting on Tilda Swinton's every movement. This was due to a dearth of bona fide Scottish celebrities, which had the effect of a)provoking a frenzy in the newsroom every time Paolo Nutini, Amy Macdonald and Lorraine Kelly left the house, b)a misguided conviction that Sharleen Spiteri was still in the charts and c)the bizarre appropriation of everyone who had ever set foot in Scotland as "Scottish", which periodically allowed them to print pictures of "Scots celeb" Keira Knightley, whose mother was born here.

Of course, when it came to Tilda most stories (and I use the word loosely) centred on her "wacky!" dress sense, and no doubt they'll be having a field day with this racy little number:

But then, I wouldn't expect readers of a Scottish tabloid that is not the Daily Record to understand Jil Sander.

I love this. It's Miss Jean Brodie goes to Hollywood. Of course, it badly needs a belt, and a statement necklace, and a few of those buttons opened, and shoes that are not the colour of a My Little Pony. But it's Tilda Swinton. I don't want her to wear a sequinned strapless Marchesa. I do want her to wear some bloody makeup though, lots of it.

In a similar vein, I'm actually quite keen on Tina Most Overrated Woman On Television Fey's dress:

Just not on her.

It's navy blue, it's velvet, it has a low, wide V-neck; a lot of the elements I look for in clothes are present. Just picture this on someone younger and prettier (I'm sorry, but it's true), with loose hair, more modern makeup, less self-consciously glitzy jewellery and a much better bag. Slap some long sleeves on it and I can see M-K rocking it to death with straggly waves, raccoon eyes, red lips and a whole mess of tribal/navajo/diamanté necklaces.

And finally... we have a winner:

Hailee Steinfeld's Prabal Gurung is hands down dress of the night for me. I want to get married in this thing. Hell, I would marry the dress.

Here it is in Prabal's SS11 show:

Bravo, Hailee. Bravo.

And what would a red carpet recap be without a Joan Rivers quote?

"I don't exercise. If God had wanted me to bend over he would have put diamonds on the floor."

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Wish list #2 - Pug

Having previously been neither a dog nor a Valentino person, watching Vanity Fair's Matt Tyrnauer's achingly beautiful film Valentino: The Last Emperor has converted me to both. 

The film, which follows Valentino Garavani and his partner Giancarlo Giametti in the two years leading up to the celebration of 45 years of his fashion house and his subsequent retirement, is an incredibly moving portrait of a man struggling to retain an element of control over an empire he built single-handedly, against the mounting influence of his financial backers, an increasingly prescient problem for design houses in a age where increasingly corporations with little knowledge or appreciation of fashion are the ones calling the shots.

I'm almost embarrassed to admit (almost, I am blogging it) that I actually welled up at the sight of one of his finished dresses after following the process of its creation. The film is released on DVD on September 6th and I would recommend it to everyone, even if you're not the type to cry at dresses. You don't have to like fashion to love this film, just human beings.

Apparently Valentino is embarrassed by his obsessive love for his entourage of pugs, and not only travels separately from them, but further splits them into smaller travelling groups, so that nobody will comment on a) the fact that he takes them everywhere and b) the fact that he has about fifty of them.

This is not a problem I will have; I only want one. To be named Valentino.