Actress Faye Dunaway attends the 2017 Vanity Fair Oscar Party in Beverly Hills, California.
And now, please allow us to take a moment and foist a 6,000-word think-piece on you regarding the infamous Envelope Fuck-Up of 2017 and the many theories, explanations, and Important Undertones we have to share with you. We will be attempting to use a simple human error most likely caused by a star-struck accountant to make tortuous points about race, age, gender, the new presidential administration, class, sexual orientation and possibly nuclear proliferation, if we’ve got enough time at the end. Fingers will be pointed and pounds of flesh will be demanded in retribution for this horrible thing that affected no one who wasn’t standing on that stage on Oscar night.
Are you ready? Here we go.
Psych. It’s just that we got done reading the 300th such piece just a few moments ago and we felt like we were missing out on some of that zeitgeisty goodness. Unfortunately, we can’t seem to work up the verbiage. Someone fucked up, making for one of the most bizarrely entertaining Oscar ceremony moments in living memory. That’s it. That’s the entire story.
Which is a shame, because in other circumstances, more attention would be paid to Miss Faye’s dress, which is nicely dramatic and looks pretty great on her. It’s a bit too tight and the seaming is a bit too prominent, to be sure. And we’d have rather seen all the buttons done up so it didn’t look like she was coming unraveled, which, let’s face it, is an impression she tends to give most of the time anyway. But it was a surprisingly stylish choice for her.
Prabal Gurung Snow Crepe Buttoned Sleeve Gown
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