Doing red carpet “best-dressed” assessments drives me nuts anymore. It’s the same thing every year, where I could basically copy and paste the same text while updating the names, photos and credits. There is always a small handful of guys who do it well, the inevitable group of unfortunates in neckties who look like chauffeurs or pallbearers and the clusterfuck of fashion victims who are costumed in the very latest by ill-informed and overpaid stylists.
Just a general note to men at the Oscars: Please, for the love of god, stop trying to reinvent black tie or make a statement with it. Very few men can pull this off, and the rest look silly. Photos of men in tuxedo remixes never age well.
Among those who looked damn handsome, here were three men whose pictures from last night will still look good in 20 years:
Technically, he was at the Vanity Fair party, not the ceremony. But I don’t care. He knows how to do formal better than most.
Fans of “Get Out” will remember Lakeith as the guy who warned Daniel Kaluuya to “Get out!” His choice of blue was subtle enough without going too far, and his proportions and tailoring were pretty good. He looked really sharp.
Strict rules dictate that white or ivory dinner jackets are reserved for summer or tropical climates. I guess Los Angeles qualifies as tropical. Though his pants were a bit too long (which is a common but easily fixed issue), and his jacket sleeves could have been a half inch shorter to reveal a little shirt cuff, Peele looked really handsome and elegant last night. And his choice in eyewear is perfect for his face. Great frames.
Forgive me. I neglected to include the always impeccably dressed Paul Feig. The director of “Bridesmaids,” “The Heat,” “Spy” and the much underrated “Ghostbusters” reboot is the best-dressed director currently working in Hollywood, period. His Oscars drag was no exception. (About the splash of a third color with his socks and pocket linen… Orange is the color for ending gun violence. Paul’s choice here was elegant and right on.)