I don’t watch the Grammys; I just don’t like the way popular music is going these days.
And what I just said about the music could go double for the fashions connected with the music. However, sometimes I click on a Grammy fashion link that ends up exerting a fascination that draws me in against my better judgment. And this year’s post-Grammy party fashion photos were no exceptions.
So without further ado, I share the most noteworthy of them with you (I don’t know who these people are, and I haven’t bothered to identify them, although the website does).
For her—hairy spider on top, spider webs on the bottom:
Hot pants are back. The top half speaks for itself, or tries to:
I sometimes dress like this next one. But when I do, at least I have the decency to not leave the house:
Memo to this next wearer—don’t wash in hot water, use coolest dryer setting (although it’s too late now):
I actually kind of like this woman’s outfit. I once had a silk shantung suit a little like that; a pretty color. But where’d she pick up that guy? Or rather, his ensemble? He’s a very handsome man who would look quite elegant in a suit. But he’s not wearing a suit:
Okay lady, how did you sneak in? You are not showing nearly enough skin, despite the fact that you are wearing a dress liner rather than a dress:
A very large beetle imprinted itself on this fabric. Note also the strategic placement of the hands (the printed hands, not her hands), a sort of feminine codpiece:
Understated and chic, a trifle Von Rothbart in Swan Lake:
I could go on. But I will have mercy and stop here.