Last night’s Golden Globe Awards made me heave a huge sigh of relief: not because of who won, or what they wore, mind you – I actually don’t have a clue who won, or what they wore. No, I was relieved simply because this year, as with the past couple of years, I don’t have to pretend to care about it.
No more late nights, trawling through image agencies, trying to work out who designed each celebrities dress, and get a blog post up about it ASAP. No more scratching my head and wondering what on earth to say about a sea of evening gowns that all start to look identical after a while. No more waiting for the backlash that always followed the expression of any kind of opinion whatsoever – negative OR positive – on a celebrity’s appearance. No more of any of that.
I realise I’m the odd one out here, and that my position is a particularly strange one given that I own a blog called The Fashion Police, but the fact is, I’m just not particularly interested in red carpet fashion. Oh, there’s the occasional dress that takes my breath away, and makes me wish I had a reason to wear something like it, but the fact is, I don’t – which is why I don’t find it all that interesting. What celebrities wear on the red carpet has no more relevance to my life than what sheep shearers wear in the outback: sure, I can admire the outfits from afar, and there’s some fun to be had in that, but I know I’m never going to have to wear any of them – and even if I did, I wouldn’t look like those immaculate women, with their perfect hair and makeup, and their figures honed through hours of workouts with an expensive personal trainer.
I understand that red carpet fashion appeals to people in a “how the other half live” kind of way – or even just in a “look at the amazing clothes”, kind of way, which is why it’s important to say here that I’m not knocking anyone who loves this kind of stuff, and I do understand why they like it. But for myself, I’ve always been much more interested in what REAL people wear, in situations I can relate to. Or even what celebrities wear in their down-time: the clothes they picked out themselves, with the hair and makeup they threw on before heading out the door.
On the red carpet, you don’t see any of that. You see celebrities wearing borrowed clothes (not even they can afford to buy a different couture gown for every event of awards season, knowing they’ll never be able to wear it again without being ridiculed in the fashion press), and with professionally done hair and makeup: and, for me at least, that’s just not relatable. I said earlier in this post that I wouldn’t ever look like a celebrity on the red carpet, but that’s only true if you assume I had to buy my own dress and do my own hair. I guess if I was lent a gown by Oscar de la Renta, and had a top makeup artist and hair stylist to get me ready to the cameras, I’d have a much better chance of looking OK – and none of that would be anything to do with me at all.
That’s why I love the airport outfits over the red carpet gowns. I’m fascinated by what an actress or model wore on a quick Starbucks run, but not so much on what she wore to an event which she was “dressed” for. More than that, I’m interested in what people like you and me wear to those places: to the airport, to the coffee shop, to work. Those are the outfits that inspire me: the ones I might draw some inspiration from, and maybe even end up buying, because they’re much more likely to be in my price range.
And that’s why you won’t find any more red carpet coverage here at The Fashion Police. There hasn’t been for a while now, I know, but I figured some of you might like to know some of the reasoning behind that decision. There are plenty of sites out there offering that kind of commentary, after all, so if you love looking at red carpet looks, you’ll have no shortage of options: and when you’re done, don’t forget to come back and check out some everyday fashion, for people like us.