Finally, It Is Every Beautiful and Terrible Look From the Oscars Red Carpet

In year that has scarcely started and is now lamentably disillusioning, best case scenario, nerve racking even from a pessimistic standpoint, the Oscars cover style urgently needs to get through: It's scarcely February and I'm frantic for the sort of idealism everybody's most lavish outfits and glitz gives (and the sort of idealism created by gigantic fuck-ups—PLEASE somebody show up wearing something strange, we merit a genuine piece of camp in 2020!). 

As usual, Jezebel gives you each lovely and (ideally) loathsome minute, as every hotshot and ordinary d-lister shows up—persistently refreshing continuously like our life relies upon (it does). Also, similar to probably the best (and most noticeably terrible) style, today's release is a collab: A joint see this crap without anyone else (Julianne Escobedo Shepherd) and Joan Summers. Get energized! 

The unbelievable Billy Porter (above) has appeared out dressed as the Oscar statue itself, doing an epic Greek plated mock turtleneck and giving proper respect to Medusa in a streaming skirt (however is it Versayce? I wager no). Would have been exceptional if the plume impact of the bodice went from head to toe, and dumped that smooth print. Blac Chyna, then again, is vamping in a shockingly 1930s outline, modernized with a profound gap of cleavage, similar to the gap of vacancy in my heart 

Monica Prieto (with The Irishman cinematographer Rodrigo Prieto) is flipping the idea of the tux; Zazie Beetz went mixed drink chic in a neckpiece that looks directly from a gallery, and I'm adoring the more easygoing way to deal with this famously fastidious eve. 

Will non-particular be a topic? Kerri Higuchi and John Cho are giving us spiffy solace eleganza, and Frozen lyricist Kristen Anderson-Lopez, with Robert Lopez, resembled screw it, watch my feet. Robin Roberts and Michael Strahan shading composed in the cutest manner, woodland green and quelled. 

Fatma Al Remaihi, CEO of the Doha Film Institute, is CEO-ing as damnation right now outfit—nothing says BOSS DRAMA like a velvet cape!Noted book writer Kristin Cavallari is here, and helps me to remember that line from Pretty in Pink when the rich blonde lowlife is taking a stab at a prom dress: "This texture is the most noticeably awful, and coincidentally, I loathe infant blue." (She additionally says "I seem as though I ought to be remaining on a wedding cake" and her mother counters, "Don't I wish.") Growing up, I recollect my mom stanning Omar Sharif and here, with Omar Sharif, Jr., I am glad to carry on a generational convention. I don't stan that tux, which makes him seem as though he is going to convey me a bundle. The Al-Kateab family—Waad, Hamza, and little Sama—are the maker/stars of the Syrian Civil War narrative For Sama, and they're dazzling—her outfit is attempting to express something to me, I think, yet lamentably I can't understand it! 

Bong Joon Ho is totally going to convey an unfathomable acknowledgment discourse that poops in general undertaking of the night, however I'm a little disillusioned he didn't embellish with his mark woolen scarf to effectively express the idea. Diane Warren did, however, wearing what could be compared to the piano scarf. Tony Hale is spiffy and men's proper garments can be so unsurprising.