January 9, 2017 |
A steaming hot serving of Red Carpet eleganza came last night thanks to the 2017 Golden Globe Awards. Which also declares that awards season is OPEN. Prepare for two months of trains, poof, organza and Jennifer Lawrence falling over. Thus, we have spent the last two hours trawling through Vogue Runway to bring you the finest looks from the red carpet in Los Angeles. Ten ladies who are thoroughly smouldering. Who ooze eleganza from every perfectly preened pore. First up is Ruth Negga, who followed our award ceremony golden rule: if you want to win an award, dress like one. And dress like one she did, serving golden statuette realness in a shiny shiny column gown by Louis Vuitton. Dressing like an award also comes with the added benefit of, if you don’t win, you may be mistaken for said award by the actual winner, get carted home with them and can thus smother them in their sleep. Ta-dah! Winner no more. Sarah Jessica Parker, on the other hand, offered what we might call the first red carpet ode to Carrie Fisher, or, more specifically, Carrie Fisher as Princess Leia, with a distinctly intergalactic princess-inspired do. And the dress, by Vera Wang, says sort of: benevolent alien queen, or, perhaps, as Dominic has chimed in: “mother of the bride 3017.” Felicity Jones serves up a different kind of regal realness, with a Gucci gown that’s giving me innocent Hungarian Hapsburg princess. A little bit milk maid. Hills are alive with the sound of music sort of thing. And from princess to queen – Naomi Campbell. Can we call her ravishing in ribbons? Because her Versace dress demonstrated what can be done with the clever use of a haberdashery box and a supermodel. But Naomi always serves eleganza. She lives it. Breathes it. Gwendoline Christie has similar qualities, looking like, as she does here, that she has risen out of bed, softly draped your bed sheet around you and walked straight on to the red carpet. Of course, it helps when said bed sheet is not a bed sheet at all, but a gorge Vivienne Westwood gown. It was a bit toga. Can we call her a towering Grecian goddess? Natalie Portman seems to be channeling the character she was nominated for playing, via that Jackie Kennedy haircut, and the outfit itself, by the house of Prada, is giving us sort of slightly uptight Upper East Side doyenne. Quite fabulous, really. Meanwhile, funny girl Anna Chlumsky is having a green moment in Roland Mouret. Green like the colour of a sensual serpent. We are, naturally, green with envy. Jessica Chastain‘s get-up puts eyes on the prize, namely her breasts, to which the neckline points to perfectly in this embellished Prada gown. We hear she’s vegan. Maybe we’ll be vegan. Maybe then we’ll be as ravishing as her. Oh, Winona Ryder. Who is sort of giving us goth does the prom in the black Viktor & Rolf number. What else? Ms Ryder is the inspiration to slightly miserable people everywhere. To finish, because, who else? Nicole Kidman. Eleganza veteran. She was wearing Alexander McQueen, looking like a glorious vision who had arisen from the ocean and landed on a beach. Looking, as far from a beached whale as human possible. So we’ll go with beached dolphin. Dolphins are pretty.
