Oscar Party

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

"jazz hands!"

dress, Tracy Reese

patent wedges, BCBG Girls

cocktail ring, hand-me-down from my mom

nail polish, who's she? by Essie