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January 10, 2008


As everyone reading this blog surely knows, Sunday was originally Golden Globes day -- a carbs-fueled couch-a-thon in honor of that most glorious and drunken of awards shows, where the honorees are more likely than not to accept their statuette through a delicious red-wine haze and may or may not choose to adjust their push-up bras in front of everyone. With the show scuttled due to the strike, we couldn't help but use this week's New York Fugging City column to wonder OH MY GOD YOU GUYS, BUT WHAT ABOUT THE CLOTHES?!?!?!!?!!?!?!?!?!!!!!

"Usually, this is the time when we’re stocking up on Ruffles and dip in preparation for an evening on the couch, wondering if Cate Blanchett will wear Armani (possibly) or something metallic (probably) and laying bets on whether Nicole Kidman’s inevitable Balenciaga will successfully make her look less waxen (doubtful). But this year, no ceremony means no fashion parade: no hits, no misses, no Marchesa. Fine, the sacrifice is all in the name of union labor and whatnot — but will no one think of the outfits?"

Check out the rest, if you're so inclined, here.

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