Or How To Wear A Gucci Dress.
The Golden Globes passed, yet the Internet is still high for Meryl Streep’s speech and the gowns that flowed all over the place on all sorts of magazine lists. Having seen the same outfits for so many times through news feeds here and there, I can’t help but think, in the back of my mind, of two gowns in particular.
The first one is on my favourites list from the 74th annual Golden Globes. It’s true that I love both the actress and the dress, so when watching the Globes and seeing them both in the same place, I thought of a match made in heaven.
It’s Felicity Jones in a Gucci dress.
Shortly after, Zoe Saldana showed up in a Gucci dress, also, and although I was dying for the dress and I happen to like Zoe, too, I said sadly to myself “mnope“, without giving too much thought to it at the time. It was tough. It is a Gucci dress we’re talking here about.
We have two beautiful dresses, two beautiful actresses, impeccable make-ups, smiles, too.
Yet?
This is a case of two gorgeous women who wear gorgeous dresses, but who still don’t (quite) make it onto the “best dressed list”. Not that this is the goal in life, but there was a red carpet in the pictures above, so there, most certainly, was a “list”.
Yet?
The dresses didn’t match the personalities. It were the dresses that wore the celebrities, not the celebrities that wore the dresses. The dresses were the celebrities. Gucci dresses are celebrities by definition. Through colours, cut, fabrics, ruffles, playfulness, bliss. This is it! Bliss! A.k.a. a state of perfect happiness, oblivious of everything else.
Therefore, a va-va-voom dress, once dressed, must be assumed. Understood. Furthermore, felt. Once dressed, the dress becomes a girl’s best friend. Whom she laughs, dances, dedicates songs with on the dance floor/red carpet, whom she confesses to, who she drinks champagne, sings, have fun (in) with.
And this is how clothes become so much more than just clothes. It’s always about the girl in the dress, it’s almost never about the dress. And, the most important thing, however, is for both the woman and the dress to love both fashion and a little bit of craziness, at the same time. Better yet! To enjoy the chemistry in between.
Chemistry… Here comes the answer to the Yet? question above. There’s no chemistry! Everything beautifully by the book, but no chemistry!
There has to be chemistry between the girls and the dress. Especially when the dress is a va-va-voom one. Just like in life is. A va-va-voom dress only holds hands with a va-va-voom girl. A va-va-voom girl only holds hands with a va-va-voom boy, considering va-va-voom equals bliss.
H2O, anyone?
Below are some happy formulas of Gucci dresses. They, below, must have liked it at school. Chemistry, school, come on!
