Selections from the New York Times’ The Red Carpet Project.
This color palette doesn’t usually appeal to me. I must be really craving spring.
So this is a thing that is happening. I used temporary pink gel to give myself streaks on Saturday night (did Zenon have pink highlights? No, but I bet she would if there was a fourth movie), and I liked it so much I decided to do it for real. What better way to celebrate my fast-approaching 25th birthday?
Emily is coming over tomorrow night to help, so I’m stocking up on wine and Manic Panic. Don’t worry, there will be photos.
Oh yes, I love this dress. At a lot of red carpet events it would have been too fussy or dramatic or sexy nightgown-y, but at Cannes—it’s perfect. It doesn’t hurt that her hair looks perfect and she’s totally nonchalant about throwing the train over her arm and carrying it around. It’s that old, she’s wearing the dress, the dress isn’t wearing her.
The Notebook is to Blue Valentine as Center Stage is to Blue Valentine. As in, there’s no way the “artsy/indie” new version will be as amazing as the “cheesy/silly” old version.
How can I ever truly be happy in a world where these two crazy kids can’t work it out?