As this year’s awards approach and the style set bubbles with anticipation over who will wear what, we wonder if the sea-borne jewel will once again make a splash—and covet a coral-inspired pair of Mikimoto dazzlers ourselves.
Piper-Heidsieck is no stranger to awards. The company continues its winning tradition with the launch of a new three-year partnership on Sunday, February 22, christening it the exclusive champagne of the Academy Awards.
Now that the 86th Academy Awards have been left in the bin of history, and all that’s left are the sore tushes engendered from over-sitting at the Dolby Theatre, and the delivery bills racked up for the bijoux lent to starlets, it’s time to take a moment to consider some of the lessons from this year’s Oscar night.
There’s no place like Oscar. When the orchestra swoops on Sunday night—the flutes and French horns acting as a paean for all those careers on the line, and all those dreams set to make or break—the evening’s proceedings will eventually settle in on a plucky young woman in a blue gingham dress.
Has it really been already a year since Jack Nicholson made Jennifer Lawrence’s acquaintance for the first time, going so far as to do the one thing even more brazen than photo-bombing—interview-bombing?
Wolfgang Puck, the man charged with putting out the plates at the Governors Ball, is going with a “Greatest Hits” theme this year. The year 2014, after all, marks a big milestone for him: it’s his 20th year feeding the Oscarati at the gala following the giant show.
Can playing hard to get ever really be an effective strategy in the road to Oscar? As awards season slides into its penultimate phase, it’s always fascinating to see who has been anything but coy on the circuit, and who has been nothing but elusive.
No matter who leaves with a statuette on Oscar night, and however the headlines are written the morning after, on March 3, one thing’s for certain: Micaela Erlanger leaves a winner.
She’s 80 years old, and one of the hardest-working people on the Oscar circuit: Philomena Lee, a.k.a. “the real Philomena”, as they’re calling her now everywhere from Dublin to Malibu.