There was a lot of messy fashion at the SAG Awards last night (prepare yourself accordingly after that jump below!). But obviously any effort that was put in was immediately cancelled out the second Kate Hudson returned to the scene of last year’s fashion crime and fully outdid herself in a fluffy Valentino vision of countrified love. I say love because, duh, the hearts a’plenty, but also because I love this dress. What’s not to love? Black velvet (check), pink beauty pageant chiffon (check), a high-lace neckline with corresponding bib of ruffles (checking furiously). The only thing missing is a pink parasol. Kate probably left it in the limo for fear of being mistaken for Miley Cyrus in a knock-off production of My Fair Lady called Decent Lookin’ Gal.
Here’s who else showed up and sizzled eyeballs with style.
I think Auntie Maxine likes it! This was one red carpet that wasn’t a hot mess. Tracee Ellis Ross usually has “Best Dressed” on lock at just about any awards show she attends. However, come time for the NAACP Image Awards, she’s got some stiff competition. The attendees of this year’s awards did not come to play and Tracee’s outfit faded into the background. That’s because the red carpet was on fire!
Angelina Jolie Decided To Fulfill Someone’s Feathered 60s Fantasy Last Night (And Other Looks From The Golden Globes)
Almost everyone who walked the Golden Globes red carpet this year wore black to protest Hollywood’s sexual misconduct problem. One thing that wasn’t being protested was good taste. There were a lot of black velvet outfits on that red carpet. Sure, it’s a bit of an obvious choice, but a choice I was absolutely here for, because anything that makes my brain start blasting “Black Velvet” by Alannah Myles gets two thumbs up from me.
But some people went a little more experimental with their all-black interpretation. Like Angelina Jolie, who showed up to the Golden Globes in some goth Lawrence Welk Show realness by Atelier Versace. It’s a little Barbra Streisand at the 1969 Oscars, with a splash of 60s televangelist, all poured onto a fainting couch and garnished with, “But detective, I swear my husband was dead when I found him!”
When it was announced back in September that 51-year-old Halle Berry was hooking up with 35-year-old British music producer Alex da Kid, I predicted that it would end like 99.999999% of Halle’s relationships: in a blaze of messy drama. InTouch Weekly says that Halle and Mr. da Kid are no more, and I was wrong – it only ended barely dramatically.
According to a source, Halle broke it off with Alex while they were on vacation in Bora Bora late last month. The source says Halle realized halfway through their trip that it wasn’t working between them, so she broke up with him and left. But what went wrong? The source says Halle came to the conclusion that Alex was too young for her.
“Halle decided he was too young and his communication skills were terrible. She said she needs someone who can think for themselves and is mature, smart and all-around adventurous. The last thing Halle needs is to be in a long-term relationship with a man who doesn’t express himself well.”
Okay, but he at least expressed himself better than Halle’s last two partners, right?
To be fair to Alex, he’s 35. Halle is 51. She probably felt like she was communicating with a different species. And to break up with him mid-vacation tells me their conversations were really getting on her nerves. My guess she realized it was officially over after he referred to the island they were on as “B-squared” or the first time he asked “Gilligan’s what-now?”
Or should I say, her latest future mistake (since the chance that this will end in drama, drama, and more drama is medium-to-high). It’s Halle Berry, after all, and it’s not really a Halle Berry relationship until it inevitably implodes or the cops are called. But for now, lets all bask in the love, light, and cheesiness that the beginning of a Halle Berry relationship brings.
I assume most kids of famous people will probably grow up and use some of the dollars in their trust fund on therapy visits. Some more than others. (I can’t be the only one who hopes a certain family of Calabasas has put aside at least a couple million for their kids’ future kouncelling sessions). And then there’s Halle Berry.