OSCAR FASHION REVIEW

Scar Jo in a Dolce and Gabbana

Natalie Portman in Rodarte

Mila Kunis in Elie Saab

Michelle Williams in Ivory Chanel Couture

Halle Berry in Marchesa

Gwyneth Paltrow in Calvin Klein

The 83rd Academy Awards happened last night in Los Angeles. While most of you were glued to your televisions, I had to suffice with an AP stream. Each year I anxiously anticipate this event. Most celeb shows are abuzz with talk of nominees, predictions, audience and demographics. For me, this means very little. Sure, all this talk gets you thinking about the films and you may even spend your pay cheque for a dinner (well gobstoppers and a 24 oz. iced tea at the snack bar for $20...just for you...your date can pay for themselves) and movie. You may have seen most of the 10 films (uh...Academy? I thought you were the ones who made judgment calls) that were nominated this year. Your twitter page may even be full of annoying little "@jesse_eissenberg: you are so taking home that little golden statue. wanna be facebook friends?" tweets.

I have done none of these things. Firstly, I really would rather go to my library and borrow movies that I know won an Oscar and have been censored by our librarians than go to the local suburban theatre just to sit down to a film shrouded in hype and then leave shrouded in disappointment. Secondly, I don't really trust the Academy. Does anyone really know who these people are? Don't you ever feel bad that the really talented animator guy or gal is rushed off the stage with that annoying orchestra music while Miss Best Supporting Actress gets another 15 minutes of fame and drops an "F" bomb?

Let's be honest. Most of us watch the Oscars for the....drum roll please..."smug cheshire cat smile" of cute James Franco. Wait? Did I say that out loud? I mean. Most of us watch the Oscars to see the Hits (and Misses) on the red carpet. While I fold my daughters washed cloth diapers and adjust my hairnet (more of a bandana), I watch, just as Cinderella watches her evil step sisters go to the ball. Is it pathetic that I dream of being transported to that gorgeous sea of designer labels, hollywood glamour and celebrity? A bit. But oh how I can dream.

Above I put my fave looks for your viewing pleasure. The trend that seemed to present itself was understated, delicate, purple. Mila Kunis wore a lovely Elie Saab that complimented her wonderful physique, skin tone, brunette locks and Black Swan character. Scarlett Johanssen received mixed reviews but I absolutely adored the form fitting Dolce & Gabbana. Gwyneth was sleek and a gold petite statuette herself, while Michelle sparkled and twinkled. Natalie Portman was glowing but I would have loved to have seen her in something that hugged her mama curves.

Well that is my Oscar fashion review for what it is worth. Next year I plan on getting my own glamour gown, hosting a party Wolfgang Puck style for one and watching intently from a television. You are welcome to join.

xoxoxo

bad little spice

All images are courtesy: John Shearer/ Frazer Harrison/ Getty Images