She asked me how I could forget Diablo Cody in my fashion roll call. Indeed. However, Mom said it best. So in the words of Marilyn ... "Honey, you're not a stripper anymore!!!"
Yet Ms. Cody's ensemble still didn't horrify me as much as the fish lady, the androgynous lawyer, and the couple who looked like the twisted love children of Diane Keaton and Cher. All one of them needed was a pair of gloves.
(Yes, I said the twisted love children of two women. I couldn't come up with a man who would produce such a fright. Then again, didn't Daniel Day-Lewis wear a cape when he won for My Left Foot, as we saw numerous times last night? I kept mistaking that 1989/90 version of our latest Best Actor for Alan Rickman's Snape.)
P.S. Another number that made me cry out: Wesley Snipes in the purple pimp suit. I know Prince was hosting an Oscars after-party, so was Wesley trying to represent him at the ceremony?
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