It’s that time again. As Moira Rose would eagerly retort to the question of what her favourite season is, “Awards” is the singular reply. I just love the return of awarding the elite in an industry that treats people like auction-worthy objects in outfits they didn’t have to pay for all while winning trophies for playing pretend. The sweet, sweet smell of synthetic realism.

Ahhhh. It’s that time of year again. It’s awards season. The he Hollywood Foreign Press' annual Golden Globes are just one stop on the train to the inevitable mack daddy that is the Academy Awards. As host Jimmy Fallon announced Sunday night, the Golden Globes is the, “Biggest party of the year,” for Hollywood insiders. We all know that 2016 was hard. 

Every summer Hollywood hits us with their hottest blockbusters. Action, thrills, and big stars are thrust at us in hopes of capturing our hearts (and wallets). For the most part stars go out and do the media circuit: talk shows, meet and greets, and – of course – the red carpet movie premieres around the globe. Where there is a premiere there’s red carpet fashion. Now you’ve got my full attention.

Every May, the movie community heads to the French Coast for the Cannes Film Festival. The film elite has been rubbing elbows there for over 70 years. It is one of the best festivals to launch your flick in front of a ravenous and welcome audience. The weather doesn’t hurt either.

The Golden Globes is the rare night when TV and movie actors walk side by side and sit next to each other around tables to celebrate the year’s best. It’s also one of the best nights for Hollywood fashion. I am equally interested in what they wear and what they say.