As the glitterati descended on Hollywood for the last awards bash of the season - the grande finale shall we say - the air was full of apprehension and excitement. How skinny would Guiliana manage to look this time (very - shock horror)? What sort of suit would Ryan wear  (Burberry with a side order of dust)? What shade of black would Angelina Mistress of Misery choose?

I simply couldn't wait to rush home from work last night and get settled in for an evening of Oscar red carpet glory, courtesy of my shiny new TiVo box.

To say I'm disappointed is an understatement. So disappointed in fact, I couldn't even bring myself to blog about it last night.

I was expecting BIG things from the ladies this year. I wanted glitz and glam, diamonds and to-die-for gowns. I wanted them to go one up on last year and show the world how it's done. I guess it's true when they say you can't always get what you want.

Only a few dresses impressed me this year, which is unusual. Usually I'm all over the shop, 'I want that, no wait I want that, no no no I want THAT, oh bugger it I want them all!' - this year? Not so much.

My favourite dress of the night was Natalie Portman's vintage Dior (circa 1950, this girl knows how to work it) - red with black polka dots. Clearly I'm warming to the colour red. Either that or she just makes it look so fabulous I can't help but love it. I don't really believe Natalie Portman can do much wrong in the style stakes to be honest, she's so dainty and pretty that she'd look awesome in a bin liner. Pretty as a picture and isn't she just thinspiration looking this good now when just a year ago she was waddling along the red carpet, heavily pregnant?

I'm also a big fan of Gwyneth Paltrow's Tom Ford white gown. Hell mend you if you go near her with a glass of merlot but here is living proof that you don't need to be Superman or Batman to look pretty awesome in a cape. How she managed to keep her cool all night though I'll never know - if that had been I would have zooming around, pulling it up over my face (Zorro style) and pretending I had the capabilities to fly.

Cameron Diaz in Gucci looks smokin' hot - in fact I think this is the best I've seen her look for a long time. Her hair colour and skin tone really suits the colour of this dress and her body looks amazing in it (bitch) - girlfriend done good.

Emma Stone in Giambattista Valli ROCKS. MY. WORLD. Yes, she's had a bit of a hard time of it for wearing this, and yes it is quite Nicole Kidman circa 2007 but who the hell cares? She looks amazing. It's BETTER than Nicole. And I'm not just saying that because I *heart* Emma Stone. I'm saying it because in my opinion it's true. She looks amazing and the colour is great on her. The only thing that makes me do my scrunched up face just a teeny wee bit is the big bow around the neck - but because she's not a busty girl, she pulls it off like a true fashionista.

I really like Rose Byrne's Vivienne Westwood number - sure it's quite safe and black is always your best bet for a formal event like the Oscars, but she looks so chic and elegant in this dress that it really doesn't matter if she's taken a risk or not. At the end of the day, I'd rather play in safe in something I know suits me, and look good, than take a risk in a dress I'm not 100% sure about and look like a fashion disaster who got dressed in the dark - or by a two year old (Sarah Michelle Gellar). My only problem? She's too thin. Get a cheeseburger down your neck love!

Oh look. She's wearing black. Atelier Versace. Again. And it's not even like I commend her for playing it safe and looking good like Rose Byrne, because, as usual, I think she looks horrific. She is NOT A STYLE ICON. She looks like she's about to suck the living soul out of every single person taking her photograph. And is there really any need to be standing like that? OK Morticia, we can see you've got a thigh-high split up your dress and you're oh-so-slutty (sorry, daring) and no one else has EVER done that before in the history of Versace gowns. You don't need to exaggerate the limb. We all know it's there.

And so, with an almighty sigh, and a wave of disappointment, I kiss goodbye to Awards Season 2012. I guess it's time to go back to my wedding folder and start concentrating on the more important things in life...

Roll on 2013 ;-) xoxo

Top of the Frocks

So the final, and most exciting, awards night of the red carpet season is almost upon us: The Oscars. The big one. The one that makes every other award on the shelf seem dull, pointless and, quite frankly, about as prestigious as a pork scratching.

This is the night to really shine.

Over the years we've witnessed some howlers - major fashion faux pas - as the stars take to the red carpet, hoping their names will be the names on everyone's lips the next morning. And very often they are, for all the wrong reasons.

But then along come the real class acts, the fashionistas, the women who leave Joan Rivers speechless, unable to crack jokes at their expense, and watch on doe-eyed as Ryan Seacrest drowns in his own saliva. To these women I raise my glass - the reason I stay up way past my bed-time on a school night - you make it all worthwhile.

In no particular order...

Anne Hathaway looks stunning in her pillarbox red, one-shouldered Marchesa gown, putting her Devil Wears Prada alter ego Andi to shame. I'm not usually a fan of red but this I would wear. If I could afford it. Which I can't.

If you're looking for true old fashioned Hollywood glamour and style this is it: Audrey Hepburn in Givenchy. It literally gives me shivers. This is the perfect example of what elegance and sheer class is all about. I love it and it's a style that so many young actresses try to recreate nowadays but so many fail to capture that certain je ne sais quoi that Hepburn had.

Hilary Swank in Guy Laroche was simply head-turning. From the front this dress was minimalistic, yet still stylish if a little understated. She turned around however and showed that it's not always about the tulle and the frou-frou - the back detailing on this gorgeous dress gave it the oomph and wow factor to make it perfect for the Oscars.

Julia Roberts stole the show in vintage Valentino before 'vintage' was even a thing. She made vintage desirable among the Hollywood elite after becoming the first actress to pick up an Oscar dressed in a vintage gown. It's a far cry from her street walking days in Pretty Woman. I'm guessing she doesn't need a safety pin to pull up the zips of her hooker boots anymore.

I think this was probably when I sat up and started to take real notice of Keira Knightley - it's also probably around the same time I started to hate her with a passion that could only be stemmed from sheer unadulterated jealously. This burgundy Vera Wang gown is, without a shadow of a doubt, my all time favourite Oscars gown. This dress makes me want to drop to my knees and kiss the ground Vera walks on. It makes me want to cry. It makes me want to throw every item of clothing I own into the fire and just pray that Vera will materialise on my doorstep offering to design me an entire new wardrobe. For this particular reason, I try not to look at this dress too much.

Marion Cotillard looks like the most glamorous mermaid in the ocean in this stunning Jean Paul Gaultier creation. Not many people knew who the gorgeous French actress was when she picked up her award in 2008, but whether she had won that night or not, this dress guaranteed people would be talking about her the following day.

Michelle Williams finally broke out of her Jen Lindley mould when she rocked up to the Oscars with her beau, the late, great, Heath Ledger on her arm and Vera Wang (there she goes again) draped over her body. Yellow isn't exactly my thing but this mustard-esque tone on her pale skin, with those bright red lips is to die for.

Natalie Portman, the perfect little pint-sized princess in Lanvin. This Grecian goddess trend keeps coming back, season after season - looking at this dress it's not hard to see why. This is sort of dress that makes your eyes pop out of your head for all the right reasons.

Now let it be said that I don't like Penelope Cruise. I don't like her as an actress, I don't like her a spokesperson and I certainly don't like her as a forward thinker in the style stakes. BUT I do like this. Versace, blush pink, strapless, ruffles - tick tick tick tick - what's not to love? It would look horrendous on me with my whiter than white skin but put it on Penelope and badabing badaboom - you got yourself a LOOK.

Yes, Reese is getting not one but two notable mentions - I just couldn't decide between her vintage Christian Dior dress or her Nina Ricci gown. So different, yet both equally breath-taking. Reese in Dior is still quite young, fresh faced and innocent looking. Reese in Ricci is a whole different ballgame altogether - she's sophisticated, a worthy Oscar winner, independent and taking the fashion stakes to a whole new level.

Scarlett Johansson in Dolce & Gabbana makes me salivate. This dress literally ticks every box for me - lace, plum, slinky without showing cleavage, fishtail - I LOVE it. 

Remember when Sienna Miller burst on to the scene and she was all about boho chic and hippy goddess style? This is what I loved most about her. She brought her own signature brand of boho to Hollywood and stood out from a sea of formal frocks in this eye-catching Matthew Williamson (natch) dress. The chunky gold cuff on her arm couldn't have been more perfect for the dress if she had tried. SEN-SA-TION-AL.

And that about sums it up for me - what's been your favourite Oscar dress over the years? xox

SAG Awards 2012 - pass me my judgement stick...

Another weekend, another awards ceremony - I do love this time of year. I didn't quite have the stamina to stay up and watch E! (big up Ryan and Guiliana, although when are they going to ditch that pollution Kelly Osbourne?) last night for the red carpet so I had to rely on the newspapers this morning to get my fashion fix - and I wasn't disappointed.

As usual there was an influx of Marchesa gowns gracing the red carpet and here are my three favourites:

Sofia Vergara - I'm starting to fall a little bit in love with her. Mainly because she's got the huskiest voice ever. And probably because she's *so* pretty. And a lot because I like her dresses. She looks stunning in this gown that hugs her curves beautifully.

Viola Davis: Now I'm having a bit of a conundrum here because part of me loves this dress, part of me hates it. The reason being is that I think it doesn't suit The Help actress at all. The dress itself is stunning, it's a gorgeous cut, the colour is perfect again her skin - but it's not for her if you know what I mean? It looks too small, maybe that's the problem, she seems to be busting out a little across the chest - maybe if there was a bit more material up top it would look a hundred times better? I don't know, I'm just of the opinion that if you're THAT booby (and I speak as a busty gal myself here) that deep cut sweetheart neckline on a strapless dress is best avoided.

Stacey Keibler: My final Marchesa worshipper of the night and I think possibly my favourite of all three. It's sexy without being OTT and slutty (black lace isn't always the classiest option) but she's got this look down to a T - utterly chic and gorgeous. Maybe it's something to do with that incredible man-bag she's got hanging off, I just don't know...

Next up is she who can do no wrong: Emma Stone. In an Alexander McQueen prom dress and Tiffany jewellery. *Sigh* She is giving all the big wigs a run for their money in the style stakes - it's getting better and better every time I see Ms Stone and I cannot wait to see what she'll pull out of the bag for the Oscars next month.

After what I felt was a bit of an epic fail (granny's old grey lace curtains) at the Golden Globes, Glee star Lea Michele has attempted to redeem herself somewhat in this slinky silver Versace number. I'm not offended by it, but I think she's trying too hard to be hot and sultry. Last year she was all about the Barbie doll peaches and cream look, as if to scream how cute and sweet she was - this year (now that she's a "serious" movie actress and all) I get the impression she wants us to view her in a different light? If only Jessica Rabbit could see the trend she started.

Last year Michelle Williams made a major fashion faux pas in Valentino at the Golden Globes. This year she avoided making the same mistake twice and wore Jason Wu. However it seems Michelle was willing to give old Valentino a second chance last night and this time she got it spot on. This red gown is stunning (and we all know my feelings about red clothes) it really suits her colouring, her hair and make up look gorgeous - has playing Marilyn Monroe finally brought out Jen Lindley's inner glamour-puss? My only criticism? The dress could be a couple of inches longer.

This is certainly not my favourite look of the night but I think Rose Byrne deserves kudos and a pat on the back for bucking the trend: she banished the long elegant gowns to the back of her stylist's closet for the night and said hello to the jump suit. I sort of like it. She wears it well and she stands out in a sea of dresses. Good on her.

Morticia Addams - sorry, Angelia Jolie - is back to her not-so-fabulous 'best' in what I can only describe as a black bin liner. She has single handedly managed to make Jenny Packham, the designer of sensational wedding gowns, look cheap. She can literally suck the life out of anything. And if one person tells me they think she looks fab... well I'm sorry but you're a moron.

I've loved Emily Blunt ever since she stole the show from Anne Hathaway in The Devil Wears Prada. Now I love her even more. Her green Oscar de la Renta gown really stands out from the crowd and she just looks so beautiful in it. One person remarked that they thought it was "unflattering around her thighs" - that person is an idiot.

I don't actually know who the designer of this monstrosity is - but I also don't want to know. All I know is that Maria Menounos make a colossal fail with this... words fail me... cheap, tacky, wouldn't-look-out-of-place-in-Quiz get-up.

We all remember Audrey from Dawson's Creek right? No? The one who went out with Pacey (after Joey...and before her) No? She's Courtney Cox's sidekick in Cougar Town? Ring any bells? No? Ok well, she certainly won't be making headlines for being the number one fashionista in town either. Did she come from the beach or is she taking the whole irony of boho chic just one step too far?

I really love Dianna Agron in this gorgeous little Caroline Herrera number. Just like the designer herself, she's kept it simple, elegant and timeless. I am impressed. I'm also LOVING the hair.

Who requested the mail-order hooker bride?? Oh, it's Heather Morris from Glee. My mistake.

Amber Heard rocks this Zac Posen number - I love love love it. She even looks a tad like Scarlett Johansson here - or is that just me?

The Big Bang Theory's Kaley Cuoco in Romona Kevaza. Style - yes. Colour - no. Is it just me or does it look like she washed her green socks in with her wedding dress by accident?

Shailene Woodley in L'Wren Scott. I can't even think of anything nice to say here. This is truly horrible.

I really want to like this gown by Aussie designer Collete Dinnigan on Judy Greer - I REALLY do. But there's something holding me back from loving it completely and I can't quite put my finger on it - I think it's the slightly too high neckline, but I'm just not sure...

Until the Oscars lovers... over and out ;-) xx

London Calling...

Having finally packed the last of my bags and bid a fond farewell to Glasgow, I am now officially settled in London – in my new house in the gorgeous West Ealing – and am all set to start my amazing new job on Monday.

After all the trauma of the past five months, life finally seems pretty sweet. There’ll be no more stressing out about work, money, knowing whether or not I made the right decision to switch from journalism to PR – and I’ll certainly feel a lot happier about not being in Australia anymore (the fact that the weather in London is somewhat better than Glasgow is a big plus too).

I surprised myself at how good I was when it came to packing and deciding what to take with me, what to leave behind and what I really should donate to charity. Deciding which shoes to leave in Glasgow was a bit like deciding which of my children I should take on holiday and which ones I should leave with their nanny. But I got there in the end. The story of my clothes was a bit easier – I had a major clear-out before and after Australia and 99% of everything hanging up in my wardrobe was to come with me. But not before I hit the shops in Glasgow with my mum for some last minute “work essentials” (i.e. any excuse to go shopping).

Luckily for me my new office has a ‘smart casual’ dress-code – my favourite kind of work wear – so I treated myself to a new pair of super skinny jeans from Gap (anyone who knocks Gap is a moron, they do the best jeans for every size and the quality of the denim is second to none), a stunning purple summer dress from (wait for it) Wallis of all places – I spotted it through the window when we were passing the shop and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It’s amazing and I can’t wait for a hot sunny day to give it a showing off. And if it’s a little bit chilly outside, it’s going to be perfect with leggings and boots. Next stop was River Island for a gorgeous taupe and cream lily pattered kimono-style jacket. Smart-casual fabulous with skinny jeans, a plain vest top and neutral coloured pumps. And speaking of neutral coloured pumps, my next purchase was exactly that from Dune, followed swiftly by a pair of petrol blue coloured leather flats from Pied a Terre – rocking major toe cleavage in those bad boys. Finally (and wasn’t my mum, not to mention our poor little tootsies, relieved) it was off to Topshop for some basic essentials – two vest tops (in taupe and green) and a bright blue sleeveless body. Perfecto!

We finished our little spree off with afternoon tea in the Willow Tea Rooms on Buchanan Street to celebrate – but I’m not sure if we were celebrating my new job or the fact that the spending was finally over!

Is There Still Racism In Fashion?

You're 5ft 10in, slender and toned, with legs that go on forever and a face that even Kate Moss would envy. You could be forgiven for thinking that you could walk into any fashion house in the world and they would book you for their shows and photoshoots immediately. You might assume that every major model agency would fall over themselves fighting to sign you to their books.

But there's one small problem. And that's the colour of your skin.

It strikes me as shocking and upsetting that in the modern world - where supermodels such as Naomi Campbell, Chanel Iman, Tyra Banks and most recently Jourdan Dunn have stomped the catwalks for designers such as Victoria's Secret, John Paul Gaultier and Alexander McQueen as well as appearing on the cover of major fashion magazines including Vogue and Elle - black models are still struggling to get booked as often as their white counterparts.

A report in the Guardian's G2 magazine recently opened my eyes to the struggle facing a lot of young black models in the industry today. I was quite disturbed at how matter-of-fact the issue is to a lot of agents. White models are more bookable than black models. Simple as that.

Premier Model Management - the agency which launched the career of Naomi Campbell - has a new black model on their books. Leomie Anderson is breath-takingly beautiful and, at just 18 years of age, could have a long and successful career ahead of her. If she gets booked for shows. Carole White, one of Premier's founders, was quoted as saying: "It's a lot harder to start a black girl than a white girl, for a number of reasons. There's not so much work for them and sometimes photographers and makeup artists are scared. They don't know how to light them or make them up properly so it takes a lot longer...It's a slower process."

I find this incredible. Professional photographers and makeup artists - people who make their living by taking pictures of, and putting makeup on, models - claim that they don't know how to 'light them properly'? Isn't that their job? To know how to do it? I don't think it would go down too well if a model was to say to a photographer "well I don't really know how to pose the way you want me to, so I think I'll just not bother shooting with you today..." so why is it acceptable for a photographer not to book a model because he or she can't get the right lighting for them, or find a makeup artist who can make them up properly?

White has been an ambassador for greater diversity in the fashion industry for a few years now but the struggle is still apparent. She says: "In the last couple of years there's been a movement of trying to get more black girls into the business, but it's an attitude. Right now everyone is scared - they think, if I take that risk, will she sell my products? So they go with the tried-and-tested white girls.

"I don't think the industry is any more racist than anywhere else. It's driven by what sells and, in general, white blonde girls sell, that's the mindset. In actual fact, black girls do sell but they're not given as many openings. It is safer to go with a white girl, and in a recession people are very conservative."

It's disheartening to hear and what is even more disturbing is the lengths that some of these young women may feel they have to go to in order to make themselves more bookable. If you take a minute to read this particular post from blue jeans and gondolas you will see what some of them are putting themselves through.

A lot of young white women are encouraged to ditch their bottles of fake-tan and solariums and embrace their naturally pale skin. Because, apparently, natural is much more beautiful. So if this is the case, why isn't the same being done for young black women? Why is no one encouraging them to give up the skin-whitening creams and be proud of their natural skin?

Fashion booker Annie Wilshaw is a lot more blunt about the industry's attitude to black models. She says: "Yes, I'd say the industry is racist. In Milan black girls never work. In Paris it's still the same. It's 2011 and that's quite disgusting, really.

"When the client sends you a brief you know straight away they're not talking about a black girl. They say they want 'a girl with long hair, who looks like a fairy' or something. When they want a black girl, they will say 'looking for mixed-race girl, tribal-prints location, desert scene'.

"It really bores me when photographers shoot black girls the same way, with a tribal print and some bright eye-shadow going on. Come on, that was Alek Wek in the 1990s, do something different."

Despite the success of models such as Campbell, Banks and Dunn, Premier warns its new black girls that it will be a long, hard road for them.

Wilshaw says: "I explained to Leomie when we took her on that she won't get the options as easily as the white girls, because it's true, it's so much harder to develop the black girls. She has to work twice as hard to get picked up on."

So there it remains - a very sad but very true fact that even in 2011, where women are (supposed to be) equal to men, fathers get paternity leave from their workplace, we have a black president in the USA and a female prime minister in Australia, young black women trying to make their mark in the modelling industry are still being presented with an uphill battle.

A massive deal is made of the fact that a black model will grace the cover of Vogue, or GQ, or Time or Sports Illustrated - this shouldn't be the case. It should just be accepted and seen as a normal occurance. These are young women whose ancestors fought slavery to allow them the chance to be where they are today - they should be allowed to embrace that. Racism is a crime in any other walk of life, why does it seem to be brushed under the carpet more in the modelling industry?

Leomie Anderson

Naomi Campbell

Tyra Banks

Chanel Iman

Jourdan Dunn

Hating Fashion?

I'm not sure how much longer I can use the "but I was travelling around Australia for the past 18 months" excuse for but I am going to pluck it out of the excuse bucket once again.

I've just stumbled across an article written by Tanya Gold for The Guardian and assumed it had been written to coincide with London Fashion Week which is currently attracting fashionistas from across the globe. I was wrong. This particular feature was actually published over a year ago. I hang my head in shame. But I was travelling around Australia for the past 18 months! I promise not to use that card for at least another six months...

If you haven't yet read it, in a bit of a *spoiler alert* Ms Gold basically explains the reasons behind her hatred towards fashion and that the thing that effectively 'saved' her from this hideously perfect society was getting fat. Ridiculously fat. Too fat for fashion if you like.

Reading the article I found there were times when I didn't fully disagree with what she was saying. It's true that fashion has the potential to be a cruel world where only the beautiful (or extremely lucky) people are accepted. And I have to admit that, as much as I love fashion, it doesn't always make me sublimely happy. *Shock* I can't believe I just said that - but it's true.

Like every woman - well I'm pretty sure it's every woman - I have my "fat" and "thin" days. But when I'm having a fat day fashion has the ability to depress me. It will make me feel all happy and bubbly inside for about 10 seconds until I realise that a) under no circumstances will that amazing skirt fit over my hips, and b) if for some incredible reason I can squeeze my lady lumps into it I will look like an elephant squished into a ballerina's tutu. And that's where the depression kicks in. I can literally stand in front of my wardrobe, staring at the countless clothes I have hanging there, for hours simply wondering what on earth I can wear that isn't going to make me look and feel fatter than I already am.

I hate the size issue. I hate watching models teeter down the runway with legs as thin as twigs, struggling to hold up their teeny tiny little bodies so much that it really does remind me of watching Bambi learn how to walk. I hate that young models feel under so much pressure to be that thin that they are literally dying on the catwalk.

I get really upset when I see a 15-year-old model caked in make-up, dressed in overtly sexy clothes being made to look like a woman 10 years their senior - and then being told to lose weight because they'll never make it in the industry if they don't.

But in the same breath, I also know how HAPPY fashion does make me when I'm not feeling like a total heffer. Which, to be honest, is most of the time - I'm not exactly Kate Moss but you won't see me signing up for The Biggest Loser anytime soon you know? I love the feeling I get when I try on a dress or a skirt or a top I really like and they look fabulous on me. I love it when I put on a pair of skinny jeans that make my bum look amazing. I love high heels that make my legs look so much longer than they actually are. I love bags and scarves and jewellery that can brighten up any outfit and reflect your mood for the day. And, by the way, I know that contradicts everything I just said about hating the size thing - but I'm almost 26 years old, 5ft 5 and a UK size 10. I'm not 15, 5ft 10 and a size 4 (size ZERO - which by the way is not a size) with an agent breathing down my neck telling me to drop 10lbs in a week in order to get booked for the next big fashion shoot.

Tanya Gold makes a point in her article about the potential dangers of wearing high heeled shoes. But, instead of just pointing out that it can be bad for your tootsies and your posture, she goes for the jugular and tells us how a 16 year old girl running along a train station platform in her high heels slipped and fell between the carriages of a train, resulting in her tragic and untimely death. We all know that high heels and snow (as was the case on this particular evening) do not mix well - but was "fashion" really the cause of this young girl's death? Had she been wearing flatter, more 'weather appropriate' shoes would she still be alive? That's not for me to say - it's a possibility, but it's also a possibility that it wouldn't have made one iota of a difference.

When I was younger I followed fashion trends around like a little fashionista puppy dog. Needless to say, at least half the time, I looked quite ridiculous. I wore stupid things that didn't suit me but at the time I thought I looked amazing because it was the latest in "fashion". Now that I'm older and (somewhat) wiser I appreciate it's more about style. I still love to watch the collection shows and one of my many guilty pleasures is tuning into all the Hollywood red carpet awards to see what the stars are wearing but I realise that I am not a clothes horse who can wear absolutely anything just because it's the latest trend (usually set by Alexa Chung).

There's a point in this article when I get the impression that Ms Gold is mocking fashion - and scoffing at those around her who love it. She says that she "can look at the clothes on the catwalk now and laugh at their imbecility" - I think that's almost as snobbish and narrow-minded as those fashionistas in high places who look down their noses at people who aren't interested in fashion. So she doesn't like it, she doesn't get it - we've all been there; we see things we don't like all the time and we have a good laugh to ourselves if it's all a bit too wacky for our liking. In my last post I likened some of Topshop Unique's new collection to Cruella de Vil's sense of style - but I would never go as far as to call a designer an imbecile. That's just plain rude. I think the more PC term is 'kooky'.

I also wouldn't exactly call fashion a "monster" the way Gold does but - and I know I'm playing devil's advocate here - I do agree with her in the sense that a lot of people feel under pressure to conform to what fashion says is right. Women are persuaded to wear high heels because tall is beautiful. Heels make you look slimmer - slim is beautiful. Fashion makes you beautiful - live it, breathe it, follow it. It's important for people to remember where the line is. And this goes for myself too - love it but don't let it rule your life. Be a dedicated follower of fashion but know that it's not the end of the world if they design something that's not right for your body shape.

But if I can't get a Vera Wang wedding dress to fit me...

Is this designer an imbecile?

Or just kooky?

Imbecile? Kooky? Or Genius?