Well, the Golden Globes are a wrap, but the red carpet rehash has only just begun. Pretty much everyone looked impeccable tonight, with the possible exception of Helena Bonham Carter, but that doesn’t really count because her eccentric look was intentionally off kilter, (different colored shoes anyone?), and she wore Vivienne Westwood, which essentially wins her a get-out-of-jail-free fashion pass. As far as best dressed? Monday morning quarterbacks seem to agree on January Jones as the night’s standout. From where I sit, she was perfection. Flawless hair and makeup, and I mean flaw-less. That red Versace dress? To. Die. For. But from here critics diverge. Did the girls who kept it simple, Emma Stone and Claire Danes in Calvin Klein, deserve top fashion honors? Or the ladies in black? Piper Perabo in Oscar de la Renta, or Eva Longoria in Zac Posen? As always, it’s taster’s choice. But the trend that impressed me most? Sleeves. On a night when strapless sweethearts tend to rule, it was refreshing to see the girls boldly, well, cover up. Anne Hathaway was stunning in her amber tone Giorgio Armani Prive evening gown. Angelina Jolie looked gorgeous in her emerald green Versace. And I thought Leighton Meester’s Burberry Prorsum was a breath of fresh air.
There were two strapless dresses that captured my imagination. Catherine Zeta-Jones, ever glamorous in emerald green Monique Lhuillier, and Olivia Wilde’s stunning chocolate brown embroidered Marchesa ball gown. It was pure magic. I was mesmerized. Sucked back to days of childhood dreams, and fairytale endings. And isn’t that really what the Globes red carpet is all about?