It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Well, maybe not so much, but you could do with a lot worse when comparing the chi-chi Eurotrash glitz of the Cannes carpets to the gum-snapping pop trash eyebleed that is the MTV Movie Award red carpet. Why compare the two? Because it’s fun, that’s why, and it’s fashion, bitches–all’s fair, no matter if you’re a Teen Sensation or Serious Independent Actor. Let’s kick things off with Cannes, shall we?
Palme d’Or
Cannes is so random, it kills me. At least with MTV it’s the same sucky group of individuals you expect to show up and look fugly, but here we have Elizabeth Banks, Asia Argento and Natasha Poly, all in some serious sparkles and all looking fan-fucking-tastic. Elizabeth Banks–I don’t know how or when you did it, but you somehow went from the “There’s something wrong with her underpants” horny bookseller chick from 40 Year-Old Virgin to a serious red carpet contender with relative ease and incredible flair. That dress is a.maz.ing. Fits like a glove and yet somehow does not look trashy or overwrought; the long, loose hair is a great throwback to old school Hollywood (eat it, Europe!); and the bold accessories add the just the right eccentric touch that’s expected at Cannes. And I never really know what to make of Asia Argento, but she looks surprisingly comfortable in what was possibly my favorite piece from this season’s Armani Prive in way that tells you she was born to wear incredible clothing and look awesome while doing so. And Natasha Poly? She’s a fucking model, of course she looks perfect. A little on the uncomfortably thin side for me, but maybe that’s just her body type. The classic red lip and bare face paired with that dazzling dress are what really did me in. Quirky, glamorous, gorgeous: that’s what Cannes is made of.
SOURCE: Red Carpet Revue: A Tale of Two Carpets
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