Walk-Walk Fashion-Baby
I’ve been given the honor of being one of the fashion reviewers for the Grammys on Kristi Gustafson’s On the Edge blog. (I love how she linked to my engagement announcement too!)
This is going to be so much more fun than competing in the Best Dressed Man of the Capital Region contest a few years ago, as this time I get to do the judging.
I’ve often told the story of how I lost out on being voted Best Dressed in High School because I refused to kow-tow to grunge. (The winner, Sean Moron – not his real name, but close enough – wore ripped flannel shirts every day in the year of Pearl Jam and Nirvana.) It was a popularity contest back then, and I’ve never been that popular, but it still stung. (Most of my classmates were as clueless as Nomi when it came to Versace.)
This time around it’s the rich and famous musicians that are getting critiqued, and with the likes of Lady Gaga and Adam Lambert roaming free, it’s going to be a fun, and hopefully bumpy, night.