I apologize. I watched the last two episodes several times and tried to muster any enthusiasm for this trite, tired-ass show, but I just can’t care.
Don’t give a fuck about the self-created moving drama. The world might literally end if Rachel and Rodger have to spend an extra night in the lap of luxury at the Montage. Boofuckinghoo. 
Don’t give a fuck about what Anne Hathaway wore 8 months ago at the dullest Oscars ever. 
Everything else is pretty much Zoe pimping Zoe. 
Extra don’t give a fuck about watching femmy Rodger and his cheesy friends toast to a “masculine” child. If you want a masculine child, don’t name him “Skyler.”
Whereas in previous seasons Joey was sprinkled into episodes like a rare Lebanese spice, now the annoying fame-whore sucks the energy out of every scene. He’s making me hate him. Zoe’s whole limp dick team this season is so boring, whiny, and kiss-ass.
Zoe is obviously exercising her EP muscle and editing out all the real drama because there have to be legit reasons why she can’t seem to keep a stylist for any length of time. For most staffers, there is an awfully short shelf life at Team Zoe. Nobody seems to leave on good terms, though the details of the departures are always nebulous.
Mostly, I’m just super uninspired by her right now. I’m over her derivative style and shallow, needy banter with her hired gay. She’s obviously exhausted this season, and she’s worn me out too.
Michelle Williams put a bird on it. 
Daphne Guinness and SJP in McQueen.
A disastrous Blake and shimmery Anna in Chanel (psst, saw it here first Feb 3rd). 
Newd hued for the youngsters.
This is not the couples portion of the pageant B. 
Madonna and that other Guy. 
Marc Jacobs and Robert Duffy send a nod of the knee to McQueen’s heritage. Tux on top, tartan down low.
The Christinas. Ricci>Hendricks
Kristen Stewart sliced through the party in Proenza Schouler.
Paltrow repped Stella McCartney.
More beige-y neutrality from Zellweger and Hayek (also in McQueen), but Salma’s just-fucked hair was the best of the night. 
JLO served severity and overkill. Bleeding Armadillo. 
An unexceptional showing from the supermodels: Gisele, Naomi, Carolyn, and Miranda. 
Hey Kayne.
Those of you who think sunglasses are only for summer are the same ones who develop early crows feet. Sunglasses provide mystery, protection, and glamour year-round. The look for Fall 2010: oversized cat eye. Think Michelle Pfeiffer in Scarface.
Remember, the look is OVERSIZED. That means your eyebrows don’t show. These red Carmen shades by Derek Lam exemplify the proper scale. 
Experiment with gold, green, tortoise, or black. This shape works in a variety of colors and textures. Werk Palermo!
In keeping with our Tom Ford theme, let’s discuss A Single Man, his gorgeous directorial and screenwriting debut. Now much of this movie looks like a luxury cologne ad, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing.
Julianne Moore, as usual, sublimely delivers a layered performance as Charley. Watch for the dance scene between her and the protagonist George, played by Colin Firth. 
Impeccable fashion, hair, and make-up are a given with Mr. Ford at the helm, but his filmmaking doesn’t rely on style over substance. Firth’s nuanced performance captures the deep grief and profound sense of loss that comes from unexpected death. 
While Ford’s use of color saturation for dramatic and emotional emphasis created visual interest, his use of heavy-handed sound effects is distracting. Overall, a well-acted, well-written, and well-directed film. Smooches Tom Ford.
