Wanted: The Perfect Trench

What I'm wearing (read: wanting). I needs one post-haste! It is spring, although the last couple of days of terrible weather would have you believe otherwise. And, in light of this fact, I have realised that I have absolutely NO (zero, zilch, nada) long, spring jackets here with me! My recent shopping--which admittedly has been very sparse--has turned up nothing that fits the bill. Le sigh. The closest I've come: a Ports 1961 trench that had it all... except it was white! No, no ma'am. Long, white jackets say one thing to me: doctor.

Makeup: Oh how particuliere!

The "IT" colour of the season as seen on the Chanel runways back in September is "Particuliere." Balking at the idea of spending that much on a bottle of polish (if you can even find it!), I saw the Essie version at a Duane Reade and snapped it up.* I had never really thought of grey polish before, but my gosh I love it!

 Voila, Essie "Chinchilly." (I am also informed that the OPI version is "You Don't Know Jacques.")

Personally, I prefer Essie to OPI since the latter seems to misbehave on my nails a lot more, but you might have OPI loyalty! I know I did for years. 

All right... good luck getting your dishwater grey nails! Really adoring the colour--it's like a more forceful nude, but still reserved, quiet, and really just perfect for all seasons and the office.

* Duane Reade carries OPI and Essie! I had no idea!

Oscar favourites and not so favourites

Loves: Carey Mulligan in Prada, Merryl Streep in Chris March, Vera Farmiga in that fuschia (!) Marchesa gown, Demi Moore in Versace, Amanda Seyfried in Armani Prive (the same cannot be said for J.Lo, who--in another dress from the collection--looked like she was swathed in bubble wrap), and GASP, Posh Spice in her own design!

For the most part, there weren't any disastrous dresses. There was J.Lo as I have already mentioned, SJP's dress that looked amazing from the front but the bizarre placement of the jewels beneath her bum on the rear was off, and even though she was the belle of the ball, Ms. Bigelow's gown was a do-not-want snoozefest. But as I said, even the bad ones weren't that disastrous.

Most tragic however, just because of how much potential was here, was this:

Oh Zoe! As the Fug Girls often like to say, this is one of those scroll down horrors. I absolutely love the bejeweled bodice, but what the hell is going on with the ruffles at the bottom? It makes me think someone murdered a muppet and decided to attach its skin to an otherwise lovely dress. No?