Will the next Logies be another red-carpet yawn? Janice Breen Burns hopes not.
I PINE FOR BJORK'S DEAD-SWAN frock, don't you?
Of course you do: its slack neck elegantly curled around hers, its orange plastic beak gently nuzzling her right nipple, its body a shivering foof her infamous swan frock, coy as a bogan bridesmaid, was a revelation not repeated since, except by a sniggeringly long line of merciless mockers, God love them.
Those were the days. You could whip yourself into a legitimate least one or - score!
- two or three overly spangled, to Cabramatta. Frock watching was a bitchy, thrill-a-minute sport, frock-Olympians.
What happened?
Bjork was among the last of the modish Mohicans. Maybe it was the effect of 9/11 later that year, but the exhilarating era of "What-was-she-thinking?" frocks dwindled as fast as the palaver over Bjork's beaked tulle foof swelled.
In the swan frock's humiliating wake, starlets got cluey. Got stylists. Got deadly serious about the business of red-carpet frocking.
Now a smattering of spud-bag cleavages and the odd frock tragic fired up and gossiping for years.
These days, red carpets are rivers of good frocks, nice frocks, charming, pretty, elegant and glamorous frocks. Perfect frocks.
Few genuinely crap frocks. There are so many genuinely nice frocks, in fact, that the spectator sport of red-carpet frock-Olympics has become a bit of a yawn. Gorgeousness is common, drop-deadness a rarity, and ill-advised, unstyled OTT frocks virtually extinct.
glint in her eye.
Beyond the velvet ropes, the impact of all this uniformly styled loveliness is sadly evident too: "She looks nice." "Yeah, she looks nice.
" "Yeah, that's a nice frock." "Yeah, that's a nice one, too."
Give me strength.
It's a phenomenon bound to repeat when the red carpet is unrolled at Crown on May 6 and television's most coiffed, plucked and frocked flood along it for the 2007 Logie Awards. I pray that among them will be a jaw-dropper or two, the sartorial equivalent of a dead swan or three, a spud-bag, an ill-judged slit . .
. anything to fracture the flat line of carefully staged, Hollywood-gorgeous hair, teeth, nails, diamonds, tans, heels and frocks.