For her: the main thing is Gucci
The awards season is back in full swing – last week Hollywood met at the Critics Choice Awards. It’s been a long time since you’ve seen so many badly dressed people gathered in one place. There was ruffles and rigging as much as possible, one almost thought it was a gala for curtain manufacturers. Actress Natasha Lyonne didn’t believe in ruffles that night, but that wasn’t a joy either. The star of Orange is the New Black“ wore a dress that closed high at the top but fell to shreds at the bottom. A beauty artist blow-dried the hair inwards in a late 70s-style, someone else thought it appropriate to dip the eyelids of the poorest in an orange shade. And then there are those platform sandals that were once worn by gold diggers in swanky vacation spots in the noughties, and which, despite what fashion says so, aren’t making a comeback. Yes, all of this is the fault of so-called experts, who are what stars rely on for red carpet events. They actually have a stylist there, and he only had one job, which was to make the woman look good, but then apparently couldn’t decide between Alexis Carrington memorial look, Alicia Addams horror and Edna Flintstone vibe. He was only sure of one thing: it had to be Gucci. You just got rid of the chief designer, that makes sense! What do we learn from this? Under no circumstances should you place your fate in the hands of experts, that is, from a purely fashion point of view.
For him: Endstation longing
This is the medium-successful actor Paul Dano, about whom one reads that he was also part of a rock band, which, however, was not even medium-successful. Well yes, that happens. For the Critics Choice Awards red carpet a few days ago, Dano opted for this quirky suit by Dolce&Gabbana, which was showered with rhinestone and glitter appliqués from the shoulders down as a special feature. On a flamboyant guy like Jared Leto or Elton John, this piece of clothing would probably look pretty serious, on trapeze artists in the circus and magicians the clothes would probably even pass as a basic. But a real normcore lead like Paul Dano, with his clerk haircut and brave visage, groans under the weight of those heavy drops of glitter. Dano doesn’t actually wear this suit, he’s more likely to be bothered by it. In addition, the ornament itself is really unfortunate. At first glance, it looks as if the wearer had stood under a dripping candlestick for too long or had some syrup poured over him in the jungle camp. Dano furthers this impression because everything else about him is so utterly unremarkable, the saggy shirt, the missing tie, no hat, no purse, no hairdo – but the icing needs a counterbalancing accessory if the wearer doesn’t provide it himself . Romantic fashion daring on the part of men is to be welcomed, but only works if everyone participates.