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Saturday, 18 September 2010
--RED CARPET WORTHY--
Some people want to be famous for the money. Some want it for the people you meet, the parties you're invited to, the places you go. If I did want fame (which I don't, not really-or at least not in the typical Hollywood way) it would all be about the clothes. Or more specifically, the red carpet dresses. I wouldn't feel pressured to lose weight and work out all day and night, because my legs would constantly be hidden beneath swathes of silk/chiffon/tulle/other luxurious dress fabrics. I actually love floor sweeping gowns so much-whenever I go through the runway shows adding looks to my style.com album, anything ankle length and remotely glamorous gets added immediately, regardless of the dress's actual merits. To me, they are reminiscent of a lost age (see the first photo, from some random coffee table book I found at home about Hollywood in the 19-somethings) and immediately add elegance and regality to the wearer. Of course, it's interesting to see gowns styled alternatively in editorials, but for real life there's nothing like Oscar-worthy jewels and a Monroe-red lip to transform an ordinary girl into a princess.