You already got a look at the Zang Toi dress I wore to Vanity Fair’s Oscar party in Los Angeles on Sunday. Now you can look some more!
What Wendy Wore
Dress: Zang Toi (2012)
Shoes: Tom Ford (2012)
Hair and makeup: Stephanie Daniel
Nails: Tracylee Percival
Necklace: My own Gloriana design
Earrings: My own Empress Wu design
Rings: My own Marie Antoinette and onyx skull designs
This Zang Toi gown was in my first post on high/low hemlines, aka “mullet” dresses. I had been coveting it ever since Zang showed it on his runway in February 2010.
Last fall, I finally decided that I had to have it. Zang was happy to do it for me, though it was a full year after the dress’s official season. That’s a nice thing about designers like Zang — and me and Stacy Lomman — who do a lot of custom work. It’s never too late. This isn’t even the first time I got a dress from Zang after thinking about it for a year. Also, as you can see, Zang changed his design for me. Instead of covering the mini skirt with beaded flowers, as he did on the runway sample, Zang scattered a few flowers around the waist. I would have loved the original look but all that hand-beading was going to break my budget so Zang came up with an alternative. What service! Anyway, I felt fabulous in my mullet, and I liked that my hair was half up and half down to match.
I got dressed while watching the Oscar ceremony and, like many people, I was fascinated by Angelina Jolie’s leg display.
It’s fine to work the slit in a dress on the red carpet for a few photos, but when she struck the same pose while presenting an award …
… my reaction was …
Props to Best Adapted Screenplay winner Jim Rash for imitating Angie when he got on stage. More props to the person who started the Twitter account for Angie’s leg, which has over 25,000 followers as I’m writing this. (But I’m more entertained by the tweets written by Angelina’s big head.)
I wasn’t blown away by any of the fashion at the ceremony. Best Actress nominee Viola Davis looked beautiful in green Vera Wang, and — as you can tell from the model I picked for my lookbook shoot — I’m a fan of short natural hair. (Makeup artist Stephanie Daniel and I gasped in unison when Davis lost to Meryl Streep.) Emma Stone’s dress was stunning, but it was strange how much it looked like Nicole Kidman’s dress from 2007. Presenter Gwyneth Paltrow is my choice for best dressed thanks to her chic Tom Ford caped dress, but somehow her look didn’t give me that, “OMG, I wish I were wearing that” feeling. I WOULD like to wear Rose Byrne’s Vivienne Westwood gown if it weren’t in boring black. I do enjoy a dress with an interesting back.
I also didn’t yearn for any of the dresses I saw at the Vanity Fair party, though I would like Sandra Bullock’s perfect skin, or at least the name of her dermatologist. I would also take the name of P. Diddy’s dermatologist; the artist formerly known as Puffy had nice skin too. Other people who stood out to me included Michael Douglas, because I saw him accidentally stand on a lady’s train, pinning her to her spot at the bar. He looked very surprised when her friend interrupted his conversation to ask him to free her. Busy Philipps led her BFF, Best Actress nominee Michelle Williams, everywhere by the hand. (It was nice to see Williams representing the peplum trend.) I was happy to see Willem Dafoe because I got to quote the Family Guy episode in which Dafoe is under Stewie’s bed to MrB. To my amazement, Alexander Skarsgard of True Blood is even more gorgeous in person than he is on screen. And so tall! People were just staring at him in awe. MrB and I puzzled over a young blonde who perched on a top of a banquette. She was very pretty and we knew she was somebody but couldn’t figure out who. When I saw the news coverage the next day I recognized her by her dress — it was Miley Cyrus.
When we returned to our hotel, we met one of the winners in the sound categories in the elevator. I couldn’t take pictures at the party, so I figured I should jump on the opportunity to take a picture of an actual Oscar statuette. The gentleman kindly accommodated my request.
Despite all the Vanity Fair fun, the HIGH point of Oscar weekend didn’t become clear to me until I was packing to go home. During the big night, I was fueled by Champagne, speaking animatedly, and gesturing with my purse. To my horror, a small, white object flew out. I knew instantly that it was an OB tampon. I scurried after it and put it back in my purse. But a few minutes later, I saw ANOTHER one on the floor. I pounced on that too. The following morning, I emptied my evening purse before putting it in my suitcase. I found two small, white objects: one OB tampon … and one tiny baggie filled with white powder. “What do you think this is?” I asked MrB. “FLUSH THAT DOWN THE TOILET!” he answered. I flushed it, baggie and all. So, while my Oscar night was great, someone else’s was probably missing a little something.