Dum dum dum...

So tonight is the opening of The Homecoming. I have to say that nervous excitement aside, there is some comfort knowing that it is the beginning of the end. Soon, the evenings will be mine again to dispose of time in any way I see fit. It has been an interesting experience, marked by constant thoughts of "JW, What the hell were you thinking?"...but all in all, it has been a fun one. Perhaps in my next life when I choose to act for the first time I will not audition for a Pinter. Will I consider auditioning for any other roles? Perhaps, but I think subconciously I will steer away from Ruth-esque characters, or any that is dicatated my feminine 'charm' - conscupiscent or otherwise. And while I'm at that, scripts containing themes of atavistic forces or domestic dysfunction can park themselves in the repressed memory zone. Hee hee.

Anyway, so many exciting things happening around the world and I have to be in Kuala Lumpur. If I had things my way, I would love to catch Cate Blanchett in Hedda Gabbler as....duh.., being staged at the Brooklyn Academy of Music. I'm so pleased she'll be returning to play Queen Elizabeth again in Golden Age - the (highly anticipated, mind you, by yours truly) sequel to Elizabeth. The movie will pick up 15 years after Elizabeth, introducing as well, Mary Queen of Scots. Wah! I'm excited.

There's also of course the Tate Modern triennial, so wonderfully panned by the Guardian, I mean, if The Guardian panned it, it must have been a real derision of taste, downright grotesque. Althought perhaps I think that sometimes it has all to do with how the show is curated. Modern art is all about conceptualisation and presentation anyway. The stuff that people from the arts arm of The Guardian lap up like its the last box of truffles at Cipriani.

Then, there's this at the Tate Britain:





OoooooOh. Yummy. I can't think of anything better than a cup of hot dark chocolate on at 4pm on a London winter afternoon, where it's already dark and your cheeks are damp and cold from the invisible drizzle, hopping on the Tate Boat as it chugs towards an afternoon in the company of gothic ghouls and sfumato damsels in distress. Sigh.

OSCARS! Woot.

Okay, so my Oscar night fashion predictions were about half-right, but if the Fall '06 collections were anything to go by, they were going to be pretty unpredictable anyway. So, the turquoise Versace number did appear on Salma Hayek:



Of course, after I saw that I realised that THAT orange Hermès number was not going to make an appearance, but then Michelle Williams turns up in a yellow Vera Wang. I'll have to say it requires a certain amount of courage to wear derivatives of the colour red on a red carpet - it is virtually impossible to go unnoticed. But that's the whole point, isn't it?

I should have predicted Dior couture instead, although considering BOTH houses had a very strong Spring haute couture showing, it could have been anyone's race. Should have realised that after the Golden Globes fiasco, Reese Witherspoon would probably not wear Chanel for a while....

My second prediction that did happen - Marchesa DID make an appearance on Karolina Kurkova (who I mistakedly indentified as Heidi "you're either innggg, or you're ouwwwt" Klum) :



....but there was no Doo.Ri in sight. :(

Anyway, all in all. It was truly a night for the women. Michael Kors did not have a strong showing, (Jennifer Garner did look great.) but Donatella and Vera must be feeling pretty good about themselves now.