The Daily Mail has pictures of Amy Winehouse leaving her east London home yesterday with eight pounds of gold jewelery and a rosary around her neck. When asked for comment, Amy barked, “I’m teaching fools some basic rules. Enough jibba jabba, sucka!” and peeled away in a van carrying three ex-commandos on the run from a crime they didn’t commit.
This has to be a record year for my annual “Worst-Dressed at the Oscars.” This time around there were no Bjorks in swan costumes, no bicycle shorts with trains, no goth nipples or backwards suits. That’s not to say there weren’t some real stinkbombs, ’cause there were. Starting with Best Actor Daniel Day-Lewis in a brown-piped tuxedo and his wife in a be-broached, be-bowed, lace/taffeta/velvet masterpiece. That dress had it all! I bet there’s even a Swiss Army knife built into one of the sleeves. And don’t let’s forget the shoes. Like the rug in The Dude’s living room, those shoes really tied the look together.
Now, for the rest of the night’s fug after the jump
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