I actually like this better now than I did when I first saw it last night:
When Freida Pinto -- whom I love, and whose shiny hair I covet madly -- first appeared on E!, Heather and I both gasped in horror. The whole thing felt so old lady. Kind of mother-of-the-bride. A rather dramatic MotB, to be sure, but still. You know: lacy sleeve, quasi-BeDazzlement, the hint of tulle. It all seemed a little too close to Jordon almonds and place cards. In fact, in our tizzy of dismay, we may have confabulated a story we had both thought we read, in which we allegedly learned Andre Leon Talley had taken Freida under his wings and taken her to Oscar de la Renta, a la Jennifer Hudson. There was a lot of hand-wringing over how, as much as we love ALT and his custom-made man-furs and glittery caps, he has become THE ANGEL OF RED CARPET DEATH for first-time Oscar-going starlets and how could he do this to her after what happened to Jennifer Hudson and The Bolero of Doom and why, God, WHY WHY GOD WHY? And then Freida explained that the dress was Galliano and we both started to think that maybe we dreamed the whole ALT thing in a Fashion Week/Oscar Night fever, and we ate some dip and calmed down. And this morning, I am considerably less alarmed. In fact, after a good night's sleep, I can recognize that I like the color quite a lot. And there is something vaguely sari-esque about it, which is kind of brilliant. And yet...and yet. And yet I still wish she had worn something younger. I do. I have decided.
When Freida Pinto -- whom I love, and whose shiny hair I covet madly -- first appeared on E!, Heather and I both gasped in horror. The whole thing felt so old lady. Kind of mother-of-the-bride. A rather dramatic MotB, to be sure, but still. You know: lacy sleeve, quasi-BeDazzlement, the hint of tulle. It all seemed a little too close to Jordon almonds and place cards. In fact, in our tizzy of dismay, we may have confabulated a story we had both thought we read, in which we allegedly learned Andre Leon Talley had taken Freida under his wings and taken her to Oscar de la Renta, a la Jennifer Hudson. There was a lot of hand-wringing over how, as much as we love ALT and his custom-made man-furs and glittery caps, he has become THE ANGEL OF RED CARPET DEATH for first-time Oscar-going starlets and how could he do this to her after what happened to Jennifer Hudson and The Bolero of Doom and why, God, WHY WHY GOD WHY? And then Freida explained that the dress was Galliano and we both started to think that maybe we dreamed the whole ALT thing in a Fashion Week/Oscar Night fever, and we ate some dip and calmed down. And this morning, I am considerably less alarmed. In fact, after a good night's sleep, I can recognize that I like the color quite a lot. And there is something vaguely sari-esque about it, which is kind of brilliant. And yet...and yet. And yet I still wish she had worn something younger. I do. I have decided.
