The clear winner at last night’s Oscars was 16-year-old Auli’i Cravalho, and I’m not saying that just because my friend Sam Saboura styled her. I’m saying that because he did a spectacular job, and she looked stunning in everything she wore.
Other dresses and wearers worthy of praise:
Viola Davis
Taraji P. Henson
Brie Larson
Halle Berry
Dresses that missed the mark:
Dakota Johnson
Scarlett Johansson
Leslie Mann
Janelle Monae
And the winner is…the color yellow.
Reese Witherspoon
Viola Davis
Natalie Portman
Looks that made me laugh out loud:
Sarah Jessica Parker
Nicole Kidman
Felicity Jones
Kerry Washington
Carrie Underwood
The allure of skinny pants and leggings continues to escalate, and what better way to freshen them up for fall than with a pair of menswear-inspired shoes.
These Paul Green oxfords absolutely hit the mark. They’re stylish and oh-so-comfortable, since Paul Green is perhaps the only shoe company that recognizes the existence of an arched foot. They look fabulous with ankle-length pants and full-length leggings, and showing a bit of bare ankle gives the borrowed-from-the-boys look a feminine spin.
Padma Lakshmi
Tatiana Maslany
Emilia Clarke
Maura Tierney
THE KIDS
Marsai Martin
Gaten Matarazzo, Caleb McLaughlin, Millie Bobby Brown
Let’s start with the worst of the worst, shall we?
Anna Chlumsky – Reappropriated bedspread, perhaps?
Laura Carmichael – Easter bunny adjacent
Judith Light – She’s too vibrant for a dress this blah.
Carly Chaikin – Goth meets shower curtain
Jane Krakowski – If you have to put your hand over the slit, it’s too high.
Jill Soloway – No comment necessary
I was 21 and had just graduated college two months before Woodstock. I went to the festival with my friend Rita…a couple of classic hippie chicks with long, straight hair and embroidered jeans.
We arrived at the festival grounds late on Friday afternoon. By then, the fences had already been knocked down, so we didn’t need our tickets to get in. We found a makeshift campsite as close as we could get to the festival hill, then pitched our two-person tent and started to make dinner. All we brought with us in the way of food were cans of spaghetti and beef stew–and a little hibachi to cook it on.
We lit the grill, opened a can of spaghetti, and plunked it on the grate. Neither of us thought about the fact that pasta expands when it heats up. Within minutes, Rita and I watched in awe as a can-shaped cylinder of spaghetti rose slowly from the can, then exploded and scattered bits of pasta all over the ground. All we could do was stare at the mess and whisper “Wowwwww…” Fortunately, the people at the next campsite had brought real food, so they invited us to share their cheeseburgers.
As the evening progressed, the rain picked up. Three guys with no means of shelter wandered by and asked us if they could share our little tent. Of course, we said yes. After all, this was to be a weekend of peace and love! Our ignorance kicked in again at this point, because Rita and I didn’t know that a tent is waterproof only as long as you don’t touch the canvas from the inside. When our new friends settled in, I was jammed against one side of the tent, and the upshot was that I was soaking wet when I woke up the next morning. Again, neighboring campers saved the day by inviting me to change into dry clothes in their tent, which was large enough to stand up in. (NOTE FOR MOLLY FISK: I dressed in red, white, and blue, narrow-waled corduroy, hip-hugger bellbottoms and a navy blue shirt with a long pointed collar.)
On Saturday morning, we made our way to the festival hill on foot. After finding a place to settle in, we listened to bands that included Country Joe and The Fish, Janis Joplin, and The Who. That night, since the rain had stopped, we opted not to go back to our campsite. We slept outside on the festival hill, and awoke to a dry, humid morning and Jefferson Airplane. We had no food or water, but a few bikers were circulating a motorcycle helmet filled with ice chips. Breakfast!
The weekend was a blur of incredible music, warnings on the loudspeakers not to eat the brown acid, and lots of mud. The atmosphere was one of incredible warmth, marked by genuine caring and concern among the festivalgoers. We made a point of taking care of one another in any way we could–whether with food, shelter, or friendship. I think we all realized, even at the time, that we were part of something amazingly special and that we were, in fact, making history.
Since Rita and I both had to go to work on Monday, we left the festival grounds on Sunday afternoon.(NOTE FOR MOLLY FISK: I wore embroidered bellbottom jeans and a bikini top.)We were driving Rita’s Corvair convertible (with the top down), which Ralph Nader had recently and historically damned as a safety hazard. As we were leaving, several people asked for a ride to the main road. Within minutes, we had 13 people in and on the car. As we drove past one of the campsites, a guy looked up, grinned, and shouted, “”Ralph Nader eats sh–!” It was the perfect ending to the most extraordinary weekend.
With a continuing eye on cooler temperatures, I’ve moved from boots to sweaters (and will likely continue to move back and forth until I drive you or myself mad with anticipation). The new arrivals at Ted Baker include some beautiful floral prints—perfect for the transition from summer to fall. The “Teeah” cardigan is one of my favorites.
Blending summery blossoms with a rich autumnal plaid, it’s the perfect way to welcome brisker weather without having to bid a complete farewell to summer. The cardigan teams perfectly with any black bottom: pants, skirt, or jeans. When I tried it on in the store, I was wearing red jeans, and the combination was a complete bust. I think the flowers need to make a statement of their own, and the bright pants competed for attention. For the best result, keep the bottom half dark and simple.
