Last night I went across the hallway for a scrumptious Oscar Party hosted by my gracious neighbor, Michael, affectionately known by friends as "the Duchess of Glendale Street." This man is a host extraordinaire (not to mention always perfectly coiffed), and I always look forward to his parties as they are the epitome of elegance and deliciousness.
|My favorite table in the house|
I made sure to go over before any guests arrived so I could get plenty of photos-- his house is a treasure trove of old Hollywood memorablia. Plus he owns pretty much every classic film ever made-- I'm constantly borrowing old movies from him. It's like having a film library right in my own building.
|Publicity photo of Marilyn in her first film, "Asphalt Jungle"|
|Susan Hayward and Bette Davis|
I won't say much about the show itself-- but Chelsea's expression pretty much sums it up. There was a Kirk Douglass appearance that was especially painful to watch. Still-- even with all the filler, trite sentimentality and horrible musical numbers that make up today's Oscars, I wouldn't miss an Oscar Party at the Duchess's for the world.
|in the bathrooom gallery of the stars|
dress, Tracy Reese
patent wedges, BCBG Girls
cocktail ring, hand-me-down from my mom
nail polish, who's she? by Essie