Deconstructing the Evening Gown
On most awards nights in Hollywood I get caught up in the glitz and glam of the online culture and spew of television coverage of what is happening on the red carpet. The next morning I waken with a glam hangover. All the stardust has settled in my mouth, chalky and pasty. There is a staleness that has settled over the subject of ball gowns and fancy suits. I feel as though I want to flee from pop culture, retreat into the depths of voluminous books of poetry and galleries of century old art work.
