I Tire of the Red Carpet

I’ll admit it right now. I’m cranky. Well, cranky may be the wrong word. I’m grieving. I’m sad. Yves Saint Laurent, who was my favorite designer (ever) died today.

But I don’t care. Even if he was alive, well and designing, I would still feel this way. I am tired of the red carpet.

Every day, you can log onto Instyle, Style.com, Us, Entertainment, along with a host of others, and see the same passel of wah-wah-wahhhh startlets parading down the endless acres of red swathed roadways. Follow the Yellow Brick Road? No darling, follow the men from Joe’s rugs. And have your stylist grab the latest, greatest and most expensive from the designers du hour. These spoilt children get all sniffy when they don’t get the first dibs on a designer’s goods. Case in point? Sarah Jessica Parker, who wore Olivier Theyskens (yawn) to the premiere of the SATC movie in New York (one of, BTW, something like two thousand different looks that she had in trunks waiting to be worn for various city premieres, photo ops and press junkets). Here’s a quote:

“What bothered Parker was that she felt she had been deceived by both Grauso and Theyskens, who met her in the studio and assured her that the dress had never been worn except for magazine shoots.

Parker says she remarked to Theyskens during the fitting that she was surprised the dress hadn’t been worn before. He assured her it hadn’t.
‘He didn’t say, Well, actually I just escorted Lauren down the red carpet at the Met.’ said Parker, adding, ‘I just wish it had been handled differently and they had been straight about it.'” See the entire article Here.

Honey, get over yourself. You’re not paying for the dress. You’re wearing it for two hours, and you couldn’t even be bothered to get it hemmed properly for that. This brings out the I-wanna-smack-someone in me (preferaby in the lovely metropolis of… oh, nevermind, that happened last night while I was asleep and I think that person must have been, well, nevermind).

Seriously though, I am tired of the red carpet blitz. I know there’s a season for it, but it seems like the season extends every year. I admit that I enjoy the post Oscar red carpet analysis but it’s getting to be too much. I’d rather do the runway analysis as the fashions come out each season. The good thing? We all can. Style.com is a democratizing factor. I can look at, well, looks, on a mannequin and decide what I think without having to deal with the Anne/Angelina/Scary-Olsen-Twins factor on top of it all. And it’s one of the things I love about Project Runway. Heretofore nameless designers and models who work the clothes like there was no tomorrow. Because in fact, for many of them, there isn’t one.

I’ve been up since 5. DS the eldest got his black belt in karate (no mean feat – his dojo has awarded 5 Jr. Level Black Belts in 15 years and he’s one), and we had to get him to the test at 6, then wait for the call that came at 8 to see the final half hour. YSL died (sob!), and I’m exhausted. The Burda dress is most of the way done. It should be finished tomorrow. In the meantime

Happy Sewing

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