Ok so this is all gonna be a bit of a rush but bear with me. As you know. I love to give you your Barbie with breakfast or at the latest, with elevenses but today I’m running late as I’m dashing around trying to pack a bag and decide what the dolls are going to wear to the Elle Style Awards tonight. So far,so glamorous. The thing is, I’m back in France. Woop woop. Home Sweet Home, right? Well yes, it’s lovely to have been back in BOTD Towers on the Côte D’Azur over the weekend, but duty calls and I simply must go back to Londontown and now I have a flight to catch.
So back to the awards. Which ones? So many to choose from. Well we’ll start with the Grammys which was all a bit of a sob-fest for Whitney. Adele scooped all the awards as predicted and looked pretty amazing. I’ve not watched any of the performances (due to the packing, remember?) but I did hear J-Hud (she’s known as that, right?) belting out a tribute. Love her. So from what I’ve seen, nobody arrived in a giant plastic egg though Minaj did show up with a Pope-a-like. I’ve only seen one picture of Gaga, disappointingly and she’s wearing a pair of fishnets on her head and some black plastic carrier bag over her boobs. She’s also got a big stick which may or may not be a giant roll of bin bags.
But Rihanna looked nice…
I’m loving this Rod Stewart chic she’s rocking at the moment. Leave the clown hair to Katy Perry. (KP call me. Let’s bleach it out together)
Meanwhile, back in London (the awards, not me, I’m still in France, packing and curling my hair, remember?) Christina Hendricks’ breasts arrived on the red carpet about 20 minutes before she did.
Unsurprisingly she wore Westwood and unsurprisingly she looked sexy as hell. Meryl also wore Westwood which I thought was a really good look for her.
Another great look was Livia Firth who rocked up in a skinny tuxedo.
Great make up, a tight ponytail. Très chic. Apparently she convinced The Help’s Viola Davis to wear a Roberto Cavalli dress made from Colin’s recycled awards.
She looked fab and was a refreshing burst of colour on a pretty monochrome night. She ain’t in mourning but she’d be great as Whit in a biopic, right?
Anyway. Taxi to the airport. I’ll take my curlers out on the plane. X