Lupita’s Next Role

The fashion of the Oscars bored me to depression last night. There were no Bjork’s, Cher’s or ladies with balls that walked the red-carpet. No one said, “Schiaparelli” as I had hoped. Everyone looked just so perfectly perfect and perfectly boring. I had no e-gads, gasps or all-right, all-right, all-right’s during my seven hour couch ride.

Lupito’s Nairobi blue Prada dress was gorgeous on her, but the headband she wore on her crown brought the whole look into the Who Wore It Best or even Bitch Stole My Look category. You decide. Cinderella must be pissed.