I had aimed to post about hair, but that’s the next one. Instead, I thought I must say something about the faux furore around the Oscar-winning Jenny Beavan and her wearing a biker jacket at the ceremony.
I mean it’s hard to take the Oscars seriously when, you know, there’s so much else going on. And also this post is a bit late as the Oscars was two Sundays ago but i) I had a virus and wasn’t up to much for around 10 days and ii) I’ve been away for a short break in London (which was just great, btw, as I do crave that energising pop and buzz you get from big cities).
Anyway, where was I? Yes, Jenny Beavan won the Oscar for (ironically) best costume design (Mad Max) but she was also castigated for what she wore which, if you’ve been hiding under a bush or forgotten, as it was so long ago, was a pair of black trousers, a big striped scarf, a biker-type jacket and amazing hair. But there’s evidence, since refuted, that some people in the audience were a tad chilly about said outfit, as it’s not (if you’re a woman, that is) what you’re expected to wear. And certainly there are people looking rather po-faced with their hands definitely in a not-clapping position.
Now you might think I’d be on their side, as you know I love nothing better than dressing up and wearing a frothy skirt (and I’m already thinking about what to take in the dress department to my next cruise). But au contraire. I don’t support the audience’s (or some of the audience’s) reaction at all. Jenny Beavan herself was totally cool and magnanimous afterwards saying that everybody gets tired of clapping by the end of the night. Ok, sure, but there’s no need to look so frosty.
Because, you know what, if you look closer at some of the dresses worn at the Oscars they are beginning to be beyond parody. It’s not just a plunging neckline it’s a plunge to the navel – how far do you want to go, people? Perhaps take a chunk out of the dress as well, and then there’s the split up the side. Take it further why don’t you? And Lady Gaga, sweetheart, you’re lovely, and I know you like to shock, but please, that white dress, ah no, it’s trousers, with that crease… Of course, a few of the dresses are beautiful, but some of them are plain ridiculous apart, that is, from Charlotte Rampling who, imo, absolutely aces it. Have a look at some of them here.
The reason I’m even bothering writing about this is the inequity. Do we ask the men to dress in anything other than a good old tux? No, we don’t. Do they have to bare their arms, legs and torsos? Of course, they don’t. Btw, did any of you over the pond realise that the BAFTAS was held in freezing weather, and still the men wore their jackets while the women bared their arms and so much more, in near sub-zero temperatures. Actually, it’s hardly ever sub-zero here in the UK, just that damp cold that gets into your bones, so the walk up the red carpet must have left the women feeling very, very cold.
Anyway, good for Jenny Beavan for dressing just as she pleased rather than flaunting her body supposedly in a dream designer outfit. Moreover she’s been quoted as saying that she hoped that by not dressing up and being herself she’d shown that you don’t have to be a supermodel to be successful – yay! A big hurrah for Jenny Beavan!
All we want now is for just one or two of the top-notch actresses to follow suit. Come on women of all ages, we should wear what we want, not what others say you should.
That’s all for now
Penny, the frugalfashionshopper
P.S. For those of you who’ve read to the end (thanks so much x) here’s something I wore on the last day in London. It’s my faithful faux leather jacket worn with a skirt that’s actually new, but bought for £2.95 in my local charity shop. It’s got a cool central front zip that goes from top to bottom.