Summer is quickly fading into fall, Fashion Week has come and gone, and hemlines have fallen from mini to maxi. It all proves that nothing lasts forever no matter how good or bad it is.
Take Britney Spears' career, for example. (But who'd want to?) As millions watched her un-synched lips and catatonic dance moves at MTV's Video Music Awards, her career crashed and burned. What a waste.
But as the door seemed to slam shut on Spears' reign as a pop princess, another door opened for Chris Brown and Rihanna, and they strutted straight through it. Rihanna was looking hotter than hell in hot pink -- the prettiest girl of the evening. She and Brown seized the moment in a stunning and sexy duet that stole the show, his dance routine the best we've since since Michael Jackson's "Thriller" days.
This Sunday, the spotlight turns from music to television with the Emmy awards -- second only to the Oscars among Hollywood self-congratulatory extravaganzas. But let's be honest: Does anyone even remember the winners from last year? And if they do, do they truly believe that they winners were "the best" in their fields?
As a successful (and far from modest) celebrity fashion stylist, I'm going to let you in on a little secret: Award shows are really just another celebrity fashion show on the red carpet.
At the Emmys, actresses who normally play slick detectives or trailer trash tramps or stereotypical suburban sex symbols get the opportunity to play princess. They wear billowy chiffon gowns or figure-flattering dresses and borrow baubles and bling, while we mere mortals become judge and jury as fashion critics at the watercooler come Monday morning.
Glamorous dahling? Not so much. But, like husbands to Monday Night Football, I return again and again, year after year. Is it a sickness, an addiction, a habit, or, for some insane reason, do I really love it? I guess a little bit of all of the above.
Truth be told, the Emmys and I have shared a glamorous past together. "My" first win was Julianna Margulies for "ER," wearing a white Donna Karan '30s-inspired draped sheath. Then there was Kristen Johnston from "3rd Rock From the Sun," in a bejeweled and beguiling yellow Vera Wang.
One year, I even got to dress the show hostess, Jenna Elfman. That required three changes. Extra work, but that's what they pay me for. And I love it.
Then there was Halle Berry for HBO's "Introducing Dorothy Dandridge," in a coral adorned Versace one year to present and a Valentino tulle confection the following year for the win. After that, Cheryl Hines -- she was last year's nominee from "Curb Your Enthusiasm," radiant in a rich purple George Chakra that was sexy lady from the front and bejeweled goddess from the back.
After all, as a kid I dreamed of one day coming to Hollywood and being among the stars. But once I arrived, I quickly learned that one's brightest dream could become his worst nightmare.
The hot stars, faces, dresses and designers change from year to year. The competition is fierce, the pressure intense. (I know we are not curing cancer or ending the war here, but we all have our insular little worlds).