Frances McDormand is an enigma wrapped in a riddle wrapped in comfortable clothing and scented with Ivory soap. She also gets lots of awards (she’s a G away from that EGOT), but may be getting tired of winning awards over the youngins’.
Just when I was about to declare Christie Brinkley my personal goddess of the Tony Awards for showing up looking and posing like a Drop Dead Gorgeous extra, Frances McDormand took to the stage to accept her award for Best Actress in a Play while wearing an ensemble that is slightly dressier than the ripped sweat shorts I’m wearing right now.
If you needed fucks to get into the Tonys last night, I’m not sure Frances would’ve gotten in, because she obviously didn’t have any to give. Frances also saved reporters from asking her the stupid question “Who are you wearing?“, because the red tag on her jean jacket already gave up that information. The look of the night. This is what your high school poli sci teacher would look like if you ran into her at the car wash on the weekend. Hair that couldn’t even pick out a hairbrush from a line-up of hairbrushes.
And if wearing your mom’s favorite beach outfit to a fancy awards show wasn’t enough for me to fall in love with Frances all over again, she busted out her best mug shot poses backstage. If there isn’t such thing as a “Best Dressed of the Tonys” list, then there needs to be so Frances can sit on top of that shit where she belongs.
Here’s a few more pictures from last night’s Book of Mormon Appreciation Ceremony. In order: my new style icon, DanRad, Professor Whoopi McGonagall, Judith Light, Christie Brinkley, PATSY STONE!!!, Alec Baldwin with guest, Tyne Daly with her piece, Al Pacino with guest and Ellen Barkin.