No lipstick, no bling. Delray Beach, February 28, 2011
Oscar night. Not that this means anything to me, but Angie and Stella get a kick out of it. Victor and his new lady came over. Her name is Diana and she's a nice girl. Unbelievably, he seems to be getting serious. Anyway, it was a spectacular evening, and we sat on the terrace. Victor grilled steak and shrimp, and the girls got giggly on champagne cocktails. They were really getting into this red-carpet show, critiquing the gowns. Angie kept saying the stars needed "up-do's". I don't know about the hair--it's generally not the first thing I notice on a woman, but I had to agree they looked pretty plain. Hell, Angie was wearing more jewelry watching
the show than most of the stars on the red-carpet.
Victor said it best. "Geez, Lou, we must be getting old. I remember when Hollywood was glamorous, and the stars showed up in mink coats and diamond necklaces. No lipstick, either."
For the record, Victor is younger than me, still in his forties. But he has a point. Christian Dior and Tiffany are definitely out in Hollywood. Million dollar salaries, but no lipstick and no bling! Go figure.