So this is it? Or was. It’s all over now. While Colin Firth is probably recovering from a hangover of Charlie Sheen proportions, let us take the time to reflect on the recent red carpet events.
This year fashion on the red carpet, much like the award recipients, was rather predictable. Penelope Cruz wore red, Helen Mirren looked senior citizenly sexy and the neausiating epidemic of nude sparkly gowns continued - thanks for the lack of memories Halle Berry and co.
This year, much like the muted lilac tones that decended upon the red carpet, the fashion fell a little flat. It was zest free. Lacking in show stopping pieces. There were no egg-laying outfits to be seen. Even the batastic Helen Bonham Carty toned down her kooky goth get-up. The red carpet’s crazy factor was at an all time low.
This year, much like the uncomfortably scripted jokes told between speeches, the fashion on display was slightly awkward. Celebrities were giving it their all, but keeping to script doesn’t always pay off. A glitzy designer gown does not always equal success *cough* Jacki Weaver *cough.*
But, much like the calibre of cinema on display, the quality of couture was of a haute standard. New season Chanel, Givenchy and Dior basked in the glow of camera flashes. The 2011 Oscars might not have been full of gossip-friendly standouts or shockers, but it was incredably posed and polished. Refined glamour leaning on the side of safe reined supreme.