Carolina Herrera (The Winner, and yes, I would/could wear it, even with the frou-frou bolero-thingie)
Carolina Herrera (The Runner-Up)
Philosophy by Alberta Ferretti (Falling back into character a bit here.)
Max Mara (Falling completely back into character. I would not wear boots and add some spectacular earrings, but I doubt this would stop traffic.)
This is it, it's over. (I'll spare you the cliches, but it seems to me as if 2010 passed with undue speed.)
On this last day then, I thought I would slip over into fantasy land and show you what I would wear tonight if all the stars were aligned in my favor, which is to say, IF:
1.) The invitation was not lost in the mail.
2.) I had the wherewithal to indulge in any of these red-carpet worthy numbers.
3.) I had the perfect alignment of figure requirements (alongside the stars). . .
Suffice it to say, I am taking you into dreamland where all is right with the world in all ways. Clearly I'm making an absurd number of assumptions, but I do not have to get real until January 2nd, 2011.
Oscar de la Renta
Oscar de la Renta
For whatever reasons I don't feel the need to qualify at this moment and ruin my fin d'année, many of these frothy, frivolous fripperies would never work on me. But a girl can dream -- and imagine walking into a vast chateau, coupe in hand, to welcome in the new year. Let me add, I trust the impact of my "virtual" get-up would result in stunned, appreciative silence followed by murmurs of wonder, awe and -- dare I say (?), oh, why not! -- cameras flashing, audience (I mean other guests) ooohing and ahhhing, audibly.
Until tomorrow, when I shall wish you an official Happy New Year, Bonne Fin d'Année.
(Ed. Note: No, I didn't send out any dreadful e-mails pushing low-cost drugs. I was hacked. I am sorry, and hope no one thought I would do such a thing.)