<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:40:51.391+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond My Control - The Fashion Watch Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>316</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110461683390991655</id><published>2005-01-02T08:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T09:00:50.690+11:00</updated><title type='text'>New Home for the New Year</title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year everyone.  It's time for the Fashion Watch blog to join the consolidation of my sites over at Typepad.So head on over to the new site to check out the good, bad and downright attention-seeking of fashion in 2005.  All the archives are over there as well.Uli</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110461683390991655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110461683390991655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-home-for-new-year.html' title='New Home for the New Year'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110360850292628632</id><published>2004-12-21T16:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T16:55:02.926+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Low-cut lights</title><summary type='text'>And as we head rapidly towards the close of the year, I’d like to say thanks in particular to those attention-seeking not-wearing-very-much starlets, the mere mention of whom generates many hours of amusement, not to mention visitors to this site.  In particular, to this year’s top five pervy referral generators, in chronological order:Samantha Mumba at the Spiderman 2 premiere in her naked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110360850292628632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110360850292628632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/12/low-cut-lights.html' title='Low-cut lights'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110358480710514493</id><published>2004-12-21T10:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T10:20:07.106+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy un-Birthday</title><summary type='text'>Hey, turns out this blog is officially 1 year old today.  Frankly, it feels like longer.  Which is remarkable given that for the first three months the blog was really just a place to post shorter entries and links than those over at the old incarnation of the journal.  That was a failed experiment, and soon abandoned until I resurrected the site in its current form in July.  So, happy false </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110358480710514493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110358480710514493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-un-birthday.html' title='Happy un-Birthday'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110351061398468053</id><published>2004-12-20T13:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T13:43:33.983+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Polka Dots and Empires</title><summary type='text'>The UK premiere of The Aviator brought out young royalty as well as the stars.I’m generally a fan of Cate Blanchett’s style, but polka dots and ruffles?Kate Beckinsale is clearly aware that this empire waisted style suits her, so I can’t blame her for searching it out in different colours and sparkly combinations.Princess Beatrice looks great in green, though she should have tied the ribbon</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110351061398468053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110351061398468053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/12/polka-dots-and-empires.html' title='Polka Dots and Empires'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110350956354676547</id><published>2004-12-20T13:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T13:26:03.546+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the Sternum</title><summary type='text'>At the Meet the Fockers premiere, I really like Virginia Madsen’s gold cardigan, it highlights her colouring really well, but I’m not sure it quite goes with the silver satin top – too many metallics -  and the super-faded jeans.After being so washed-out in Firefly it still surprises me to see Summer Glau in a pretty dress and make-up.Joely Fisher clearly couldn’t decide whether to go for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110350956354676547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110350956354676547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/12/meet-sternum.html' title='Meet the Sternum'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110343692301841553</id><published>2004-12-19T17:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T17:15:23.016+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Dressed 2004 - Part Two</title><summary type='text'>The Best Dressed of 2004 - Part TwoUma ThurmanSure, it helps to be tall and blonde, but in a year of professional success and personal upheaval, Uma Thurman was consistently stylish, whether in jeans or ball gowns.  At times classily conservative, at others risk-taking.  And she clearly knows the value of a good jacket - mostly Chanel, I suspect.In classic black with a white jacket and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110343692301841553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110343692301841553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/12/best-dressed-2004-part-two.html' title='Best Dressed 2004 - Part Two'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110328157145084964</id><published>2004-12-17T21:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T22:06:11.450+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ball gowns, suits and half-slips</title><summary type='text'>At the Guggenheim’s Young Collectors Council Artists Ball (how’s that for a mouthful), it was a mixture of young Hollywood and New York society and Mike Tyson, and overall a fashion event of a pretty good standard.Vanessa Carlton ditched the heavy boots in favour of should have been strapless black.Chloe Sevigny in a downright boring dress and she’s gone back to slicking down her hair again, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110328157145084964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110328157145084964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/12/ball-gowns-suits-and-half-slips.html' title='Ball gowns, suits and half-slips'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110328022186455141</id><published>2004-12-17T21:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T21:43:41.863+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sibling Rivalry</title><summary type='text'>And to think that in recent times Venus Williams had been the more fashionably normal sister.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110328022186455141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110328022186455141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/12/sibling-rivalry.html' title='Sibling Rivalry'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110327586800183529</id><published>2004-12-17T20:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T20:31:08.000+11:00</updated><title type='text'>An Open Letter to the Woman on the Tram</title><summary type='text'>Dear Woman on the Tram,I really quite liked your dusty pink three-quarter sleeve top.However, given that the top was sheer, I suspect it was designed to be worn with a singlet or camisole under it.  Not, for instance, your leopard print demi-cup bra.  Also, in regard to your bra, you may want to adjust the straps because the way the black strap was dropped off your shoulder and hanging </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110327586800183529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110327586800183529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/12/open-letter-to-woman-on-tram.html' title='An Open Letter to the Woman on the Tram'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110324813699027488</id><published>2004-12-17T13:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T12:48:56.990+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Another, local, best dressed list</title><summary type='text'>The Age has issued its list of Melbourne’s best dressed today and the method of selection highlights the earlier problem I had with selecting my list.  There are really only two ways of doing it.  Either you rely, as I did, on press coverage of events, or you include the people you know, as, effectively, The Age panel did.Which makes it difficult to make a call about whether their choices are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110324813699027488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110324813699027488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/12/another-local-best-dressed-list.html' title='Another, local, best dressed list'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110316368507772458</id><published>2004-12-16T13:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T13:21:25.076+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback</title><summary type='text'>At the Sydney premiere of Blade Trinity - which was apparently attended only by two of the movie’s stars and a parade of Australian Idol cast-offs – Jessica Biel wears a dress that would have been far more at home in my mother’s suburban wardrobe circa 1980. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110316368507772458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110316368507772458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/12/flashback.html' title='Flashback'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110316319435044529</id><published>2004-12-16T13:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T13:13:14.350+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Medieval mix-up</title><summary type='text'>At the Spike TV Video Game Awards, Gabrielle Union’s purple dress is very stylish, but perhaps a tad more see-through than intended.Bai Ling is more, if not better dressed than usual in bright green.  And no, I don’t care what she has on her knees.Michelle Rodriguez goes semi-medieval for no apparent reason.Wow, Tara Reid in what is essentially normal jeans and a t-shirt.  Colour me stunned</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110316319435044529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110316319435044529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/12/medieval-mix-up.html' title='Medieval mix-up'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110316263166215652</id><published>2004-12-16T13:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T13:03:51.663+11:00</updated><title type='text'>All that glitters is silver</title><summary type='text'>At the New York premiere of The Aviator, Kate Beckinsale is somewhat dominated by her hairstyle, but I love the the colour of her silvery grey gown.  The gown itself is perhaps a little mixed-up in style, and yet it works.Cate Blanchett also looks stunning in shimery silvery white.Josie Maran opted for an attention-getting backless slash-fronted dress that is fundamentally ugly both in cut </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110316263166215652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110316263166215652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/12/all-that-glitters-is-silver.html' title='All that glitters is silver'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110306135314090607</id><published>2004-12-15T08:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T09:28:05.880+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Fade Away</title><summary type='text'>At the premiere of A Love Song for Bobby Long Scarlett Johansson matches her lipstick to her dress a little too closely.Charlotte Ross clearly has a whole wardrobe of satin and lace tops to drag out at these events.Apparently aiming to achieve the exact opposite of the attention most starlets are seeking by attending premieres, Jacinda Barrett wears an ill-fitting bland dress with a drab </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110306135314090607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110306135314090607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/12/just-fade-away.html' title='Just Fade Away'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110298919394867180</id><published>2004-12-14T13:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T12:53:13.946+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A Series of Unfortunate Events</title><summary type='text'>Title unavoidable (though not entirely accurate).At the premiere, casual was the order of the day.  Charlotte Ross went for a a lacy top and cropped pants that don’t seem to fit with the season, even in California.  Rita Wilson in a slightly fussy, but overall comfortable looking sweater and jeans.  Elisabeth Shue, meanwhile, went the simple jeans and jacket route which is almost always a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110298919394867180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110298919394867180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/12/series-of-unfortunate-events.html' title='A Series of Unfortunate Events'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110299084843498185</id><published>2004-12-14T13:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T16:45:10.206+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Confirmation</title><summary type='text'>At the Movieline Breakthrough Awards, three actresses who just missed being on my overall best dressed list for 2004 (coming in the next few days), let down the side and confirmed my instinct not to elevate them to turn the top five into a top ten.Kerry Washington, in a cut on bias dress which flatters no one with hips, particularly not when they stand like she is there.   Rose Byrne resorts </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110299084843498185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110299084843498185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/12/confirmation.html' title='Confirmation'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110290148913162683</id><published>2004-12-13T13:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T16:45:39.256+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Dressed 2004 - Part One</title><summary type='text'>It’s that time of the year.  Time for the Best and Worst Lists.  I think that a Worst Dressed list would be both too easy and too hard.  So many usual suspects and thousands of individual possibilities.  So take it for granted that Mademoiselles Peldon, C., Ling, B. and Kim, Lil’ are on that list and let’s move on.In terms of Best Dressed, I’m going to divide it in half.  First, my 10 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110290148913162683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110290148913162683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/12/best-dressed-2004-part-one.html' title='Best Dressed 2004 - Part One'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110282612548545037</id><published>2004-12-12T15:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T15:35:25.486+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Seek attention here, there and everywhere</title><summary type='text'>At the Flaunt Magazine party, hosted by Roberto Cavalli, some of Cavalli’s designs were inflicted on the guests with varying results.Mischa Barton doesn’t look too bad in a brown top and boots with jeans.  Even if I don’t love the outfit, it works for her.The same could not be said for Michelle Tratchenberg.  I’m not sure anyone ever looked more miscast as a double-sided tape needing sex </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110282612548545037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110282612548545037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/12/seek-attention-here-there-and.html' title='Seek attention here, there and everywhere'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110282496554510478</id><published>2004-12-12T15:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T15:16:05.546+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeans of every length</title><summary type='text'>At the Spanglish premiere, Joely Fisher makes sure we all notice that her orange satin top matches her handbag.Jeans were also popular, though worn with varying degrees of success.  Amanda Peet, for example, wears them quite successfully by not trying to make them more than just jeans.  Natasha Henstridge, on the other hand, takes the rolled up jeans over boots phenomenon to ridiculous extremes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110282496554510478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110282496554510478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/12/jeans-of-every-length.html' title='Jeans of every length'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110282393240914256</id><published>2004-12-12T14:29:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T14:58:52.410+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ding dong</title><summary type='text'>At the Z100 Jingle Ball it was a battle of the teen queens in cut-off black pants.  Hillary Duff finally appeared to understand that black is more flattering than some of the many pale colours she’s favoured recently.  Lindsay Lohan went for a more sophisticated look in wide-legged version, which really just served to make her pants look like bells.Meanwhile Beyonce opted for black velvet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110282393240914256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110282393240914256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/12/ding-dong.html' title='Ding dong'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110282216696647000</id><published>2004-12-12T14:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T14:29:26.966+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Neither skinny or curvy wins the race</title><summary type='text'>At one of the many Beyond the Sea premieres, the painfully skinny Kate Bosworth tried, at first, to spare us the horror of her skeletal frame by hiding it under fur.  However, she soon ditched the fur and once again caused all who saw her to fear that her head was about to fall off.  Kate, please eat something.  In Blue Crush you were so athletic and healthy looking.  What the hell happened?At</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110282216696647000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110282216696647000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/12/neither-skinny-or-curvy-wins-race.html' title='Neither skinny or curvy wins the race'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110282114061124912</id><published>2004-12-12T14:11:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T14:12:20.610+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Canary on the golf course</title><summary type='text'>Are the seams of Jeri Ryan’s top meant to cut across her boobs like that?  Otherwise, a simple cute outfit.  At that same event however, Sharon Lawrence resorted to wearing the bastard child of a pair of golf pants and a mine worker’s uniform.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110282114061124912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110282114061124912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/12/canary-on-golf-course.html' title='Canary on the golf course'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110282058006439428</id><published>2004-12-12T14:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T14:03:00.063+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The velvet straw that broke the camel's back</title><summary type='text'>I am now officially worried about Alanis Morrisette’s dress sense.  She’s worn some odd stuff over the last year including what appeared to be a fishing net, and now she tops off the year at the Blade 3 premiere in this blue velvet curtain “artfully draped” and paired with grey boots.  I like the boots, but they don’t go with that dress.  Well, nothing would go with that dress.  I hate to think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110282058006439428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110282058006439428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/12/velvet-straw-that-broke-camels-back.html' title='The velvet straw that broke the camel&apos;s back'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110264536109674180</id><published>2004-12-10T13:21:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T13:22:41.096+11:00</updated><title type='text'>11 at 12</title><summary type='text'>Soap actress Nadia Bjorlin stumbled upon the Ocean’s Twelve premiere on her way to work as a Vegas showgirl.Ginnifer Goodwin is pretty in pale ruffles.Katie Holmes was in basic black, as was Jules Asner.Nicolette Sheridan does nothing to dispel her recent plastic image by wearing something which resembles a plastic dress.  Nonetheless, a vast improvement on her AMAs outfit. Again with the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110264536109674180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110264536109674180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/12/11-at-12.html' title='11 at &lt;i&gt;12&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110264406779358411</id><published>2004-12-10T13:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T13:01:07.793+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Living down to expectations</title><summary type='text'>As we all know, any music awards show is such a boon for bad fashion, and the Billboard Music Awards were no exception.First, Tara Reid makes like some sort of lollipop in a vile pink pantsuit with silicone front and centre.Her friend in booze Paris Hilton must have seen what Tara was going to wear and decided that perhaps her usual Barbie pink might not be right for the night.  Her metallic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110264406779358411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110264406779358411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/12/living-down-to-expectations.html' title='Living down to expectations'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110256812024656350</id><published>2004-12-09T15:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T08:37:23.510+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Foot Fatigue</title><summary type='text'>Coverage of all the recent premieres and the Billboard Awards is coming shortly, but in the meantime an entry about shoes. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110256812024656350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110256812024656350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/12/foot-fatigue.html' title='Foot Fatigue'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110247495534337216</id><published>2004-12-08T14:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T14:02:35.343+11:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Jungle...</title><summary type='text'>At the opening of the “Wild: Fashion Untamed” Exhibition, most guests ran with the theme with feathers, fur and prints.Mischa “dowel” Barton actually almost has curves in this ice blue number.Julia Stiles, on the other hand, needs some make-up and high heals.Serena Williams wore pink.  Not sure what was going on with the stooping she was doing in every single photo, though.Candace </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110247495534337216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110247495534337216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/12/in-jungle.html' title='In the Jungle...'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110238617443207980</id><published>2004-12-07T13:21:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T13:22:54.433+11:00</updated><title type='text'>If you like Pina Coladas...</title><summary type='text'>At the screening of Million Dollar Baby Hillary Swank wears a Calvin Klein (I assume) sack dress.Meanwhile at the Cracked Xmas event, Debra Messing wears a not unattractive pina colada dress.At the world premiere of The Phantom of the Opera, Miranda Richardson is awash in a sea of green, while young star Emmy Rossum went for a flesh-toned strapless gown.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110238617443207980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110238617443207980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/12/if-you-like-pina-coladas.html' title='If you like Pina Coladas...'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110205369155146907</id><published>2004-12-03T17:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T17:01:31.553+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bedazzler</title><summary type='text'>Ah, the source of Serena’s bedazzled tennis dress appears to be Holly Dunlap’s Hollywould line.  Funny how it doesn’t look so much like a tennis dress there.Also at the launch of that line were Mena Suvari in insulation, Jessica Capshaw washed up on a pink beach, and Michelle Tratchenberg’s hip bone.The Kellys, Rutherford and Rowan went casual, while Chloe Sevigny actually wears a pretty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110205369155146907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110205369155146907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/12/bedazzler.html' title='The Bedazzler'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110204186093570453</id><published>2004-12-03T13:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T13:44:20.936+11:00</updated><title type='text'>"Family" doesn't have to equal "Felt Tent"</title><summary type='text'>I didn’t know there was such a thing as the Family Television Awards, but apparently there is, and everyone was dressed in an appropriately prim manner.  Witness the simple cocktail dresses on Mary Steenburgen, Brittany Snow, Christine Lahti and Danika McKellar.Catherine Hicks, on the other hand, went a little overboard on the cover-up. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110204186093570453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110204186093570453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/12/family-doesnt-have-to-equal-felt-tent.html' title='&quot;Family&quot; doesn&apos;t have to equal &quot;Felt Tent&quot;'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110204143772841839</id><published>2004-12-03T13:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T13:37:17.730+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mad Hatter's Tea Party</title><summary type='text'>Meanwhile at the premiere of The Aviator, the real Gwen Stefani goes pink.  Pretty but crinkled pink.Kate Beckinsale corsets and drapes and looks like she can’t breathe.Josie Maran in a bright red dress and a giant matching hat.  Maria Menounos wears almost exactly the same hat, but in black.  I bet they’re both pissed off with having to split the hat-wearing limelight, such as it is.  Though</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110204143772841839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110204143772841839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/12/mad-hatters-tea-party.html' title='The Mad Hatter&apos;s Tea Party'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110204015611410054</id><published>2004-12-03T13:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T13:15:56.116+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Nipples were big in '04</title><summary type='text'>At the VH1 bash, Brande Broderick is that a fur boob tube you’re wearing?Joss Stone just manages to avoid the dress over jeans syndrome.  Just.  Melissa Jaret Winkour doesn’t. Bonnie McKee apparently got caught in some prom decorations on her way to the event.Anna Nicole Zombie put in an appearance.Mae Whitman tries to blind the photographers.Eva Longoria in extremely pretty green.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110204015611410054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110204015611410054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/12/nipples-were-big-in-04.html' title='Nipples were big in &apos;04'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110186577867662517</id><published>2004-12-01T13:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T13:11:46.783+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Staid</title><summary type='text'>At the British Independent Film Awards there wasn’t exactly a plethora of fabulous fashion.Gillian Anderson in a slim white column and straggly hair.  Not awful, but not quite right either.Martine McCutcheon is inoffensive in fairly staid black.Skin makes like Adam Ant.Kelly Brook aims for the most publicity in a sheer layered dress.Lucy Davis in a patterned 60s-style cocktail dress.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110186577867662517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110186577867662517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/12/staid.html' title='Staid'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110179064642088953</id><published>2004-11-30T15:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T16:04:09.573+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick a theme and stick with it</title><summary type='text'>On TRL Jessica Simpson makes like a sexed-up 60s housewife with big, big hair and an unattractive print dress, and then makes it even worse by deviating from the theme and adding heavy black boots.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110179064642088953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110179064642088953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/11/pick-theme-and-stick-with-it.html' title='Pick a theme and stick with it'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110178434366311341</id><published>2004-11-30T14:11:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T14:12:23.663+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Winter (I really really hope)</title><summary type='text'>I took my winter clothes to the dry cleaner today with a great feeling of satisfaction.  And I have to immediately note that the fact that I’m doing this in what is basically December is a reflection of the weather, not my laziness.As recently as this time last week I was wearing winter tweed and layered long sleeves to work.  As soon as tomorrow I may be yearning to do the same again.  But </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110178434366311341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110178434366311341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/11/farewell-winter-i-really-really-hope.html' title='Farewell Winter (I really really hope)'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110142183234455484</id><published>2004-11-26T09:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T09:30:32.343+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bits</title><summary type='text'>As for the lack of updates, as mentioned before, everyone seems to be taking Thanksgiving week off, which is a good thing as I’ve been busy busy busy.  Regular work stuff, plus looking for new offices, plus working madly to finish a DVD project for my Dad’s 60th this weekend.But I’m also working away on compiling my 2004 Best Dressed List, which takes a bit of work, and will be coming soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110142183234455484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110142183234455484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/11/bits.html' title='Bits'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110120561038436450</id><published>2004-11-23T21:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T21:31:54.443+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I could cope with being Closer to Clive and Jude</title><summary type='text'>At the Closer premiere, Natalie Portman’s dress looks a little it’s too big, especially on top.Dana Delaney goes for a 60s style evening coat.I don’t know who Paz Vega is, but this isn’t a good look.And, just because, the lovely Clive Owen and the lovely Jude Law.  Oh, and at the after party, Ewan McGregor as well.  Mmmm.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110120561038436450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110120561038436450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-could-cope-with-being-closer-to.html' title='I could cope with being Closer to Clive and Jude'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110117815289449014</id><published>2004-11-23T13:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T13:49:12.896+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping</title><summary type='text'>With Thanksgiving in the US, there seems to be a dearth of celebrity events upon which to comment this week, which is fine because for the first time in a long time this weekend I actually went shopping for clothes.  While I may have turned my mind to issues of my own wardrobe on numerous occasions over the last few months, I haven’t actually purchased an item of clothing (other than underwear)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110117815289449014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110117815289449014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/11/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110116353036671478</id><published>2004-11-23T09:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T09:45:30.366+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrr</title><summary type='text'>Goddammit, I have a meeting with a new client in less than half an hour and I just managed to squirt liquid soap on to the front of my black cardigan.  In its natural state it doesn’t look much like liquid soap, if you know what I mean.  And of course, once patted down, with or without water, it starts to sud.  Arrrgghhh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110116353036671478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110116353036671478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/11/grrr.html' title='Grrr'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110091626821082168</id><published>2004-11-20T13:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T13:16:03.653+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bits and Pieces</title><summary type='text'>At the Christopher Reeve Foundation event, Glenn Close’s dress verges towards being cow-print, but she looks pretty damn good, so she gets a pass.At the Lucky Magazine preview event, Alicia Silverstone was perhaps unnecessarily cleavage intensive.  That’s what I call a low cut dress.At the opposite end of the scale, Paz de la Huerta was apparently lying around the house in her nightdress and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110091626821082168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110091626821082168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/11/bits-and-pieces.html' title='Bits and Pieces'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110083219468259104</id><published>2004-11-19T13:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T13:43:14.683+11:00</updated><title type='text'>No real need to call the EPA</title><summary type='text'>At the Environmental Media Awards, things were fairly low key.Sarah Rue mixes and matches.  While I love those Louis Vuitton shoes, I don’t think they really go with the rest of her more casual outfit.  I do like the rest of the outfit though.  Nice tones.Sarah Silverman, meanwhile, is about to get in her time machine and go to work in the 70s.Danika McKellar and Poppy Montgomery both went </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110083219468259104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110083219468259104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/11/no-real-need-to-call-epa.html' title='No real need to call the EPA'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110083117533464853</id><published>2004-11-19T13:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T13:26:15.333+11:00</updated><title type='text'>MTV or High Society?</title><summary type='text'>The MTV Europe Music Awards, like all music-related events, provided a very mixed bag of looks.On the red carpet, Kylie Minogue is black and feathery and more socialite gala than rock music awards.  For the show she went for something more fleshy. Sarah Michelle Gellar in a dress than may be made of white curtain fabric but isn’t actually bad, though I suspect it would work better on someone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110083117533464853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110083117533464853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/11/mtv-or-high-society.html' title='MTV or High Society?'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110081540414815363</id><published>2004-11-19T08:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T09:03:24.146+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought she was already married</title><summary type='text'>At the Natural History Museum Ball, Sarah Jessica Parker looks like a bride.  Albeit not a poofy princess bride a la Mariah Carey, but substantially bridal nonetheless.  Now for a wedding dress this would be spectacular, but for a non-wedding dress, it’s a bit much.Karolina Kurkova, meanwhile, sparkles in layered silver.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110081540414815363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110081540414815363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-thought-she-was-already-married.html' title='I thought she was already married'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110073642539943348</id><published>2004-11-18T11:06:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T11:07:05.400+11:00</updated><title type='text'>This appears to be a fur-free event</title><summary type='text'>At the Lili Claire Foundation’s Benefit, Charlotte Ross in a nude dress that isn’t the most flattering cut.  Such pretty hair though.Alan and Tracey Dale, or as they are known to us down under, Jim Robinson and his home renovation show hosting/cold medication hawking wife.  Good to see Alan doing so well in the States, soon he may even become known more as Caleb/Secretary of Ag/Sinister VP, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110073642539943348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110073642539943348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/11/this-appears-to-be-fur-free-event.html' title='This appears to be a fur-free event'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110073195767387764</id><published>2004-11-18T09:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T09:52:37.673+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations</title><summary type='text'>Did Claudia Schiffer go back in a time machine to give birth?  Because her leaving hospital outfit of floral sleeveless dress over a red roll-neck jumper makes it appear that she gave birth in the 70s. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110073195767387764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110073195767387764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/11/congratulations.html' title='Congratulations'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110072979604010955</id><published>2004-11-18T09:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T09:16:36.040+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Some are Great, some, not so</title><summary type='text'>At the premiere of Alexander, Leelee Sobieski does better than she usually does style-wise, though this outfit would have worked better if the black of the skirt matched the black of the jacket.Okay, so I avoided raising this yesterday, but what is up with Rosario Dawson?  Suddenly she’s all boobs and her head is too small for her body.  First yesterday, now today.  Or has she always been like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110072979604010955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110072979604010955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/11/some-are-great-some-not-so.html' title='Some are Great, some, not so'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110067274648345754</id><published>2004-11-17T17:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T14:16:34.340+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Curves and bobble-heads</title><summary type='text'>For the VIBE Awards, Ashanti wears the dress version of her AMA’s outfit, minus the drapery.I don’t know who Jasmine Burgess is, but she’s wearing a very pretty yellow dress.Tongue-poking aside, Kristen Bell is also pretty in blue strapless with a wide black skirt.Tyra Banks goes vavavoom in flesh coloured curves, pity about the crimped hair though.   While protégé Yoanna House’s head looks</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110067274648345754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110067274648345754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/11/curves-and-bobble-heads.html' title='Curves and bobble-heads'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110057606895205717</id><published>2004-11-16T14:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T14:34:28.953+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahoy!</title><summary type='text'>Now I’ve been a fan of Marg Helgenberger going back to China Beach, and I couldn’t have been more pleased that she’s been getting to accolades she deserves on a hit show, but this is a bit much.  It’s the boots.  If she were wearing that same outfit with a pair of strappy sandals, or even boots under the jeans, it would look great.  But the boots over the jeans just scream “pirate”, which is not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110057606895205717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110057606895205717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/11/ahoy.html' title='Ahoy!'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110056733606319936</id><published>2004-11-16T13:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T12:09:23.516+11:00</updated><title type='text'>American Music Awards</title><summary type='text'>Ah, the American Music Awards.  So much fun for all.Kelly Clarkson fabulous in red, though with a bit too much eye make-up.Even Diana Ross looks panicked at her own sheer dress which looks like it should be worn by Cher.  But it gets so much worse.  Pull back to a long shot and she’s also wearing glittery opaque white stockings and open-toed shoes! If I were Heather Locklear, I’d also be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110056733606319936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110056733606319936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/11/american-music-awards.html' title='American Music Awards'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110039290777012558</id><published>2004-11-14T11:39:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T11:41:47.770+11:00</updated><title type='text'>To Grandma's House We Go</title><summary type='text'>A mixture of events today.  First, at the premiere of RX, Casey Johnson proves that not even YSL can save you from looking short when you are in fact short and choose to wear cropped jackets with ruched sleeves.Meanwhile, at the Victoria’s Secret party, Heidi Klum took previous advice about going for more support and looks great in sleek black, although she seems to be in the same pose in all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110039290777012558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110039290777012558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/11/to-grandmas-house-we-go.html' title='To Grandma&apos;s House We Go'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110013221208016646</id><published>2004-11-11T11:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T11:16:52.080+11:00</updated><title type='text'>IF only</title><summary type='text'>At the IF Awards, Sarah Wynter does double duty, first in regal-tending black and then in subdued lime.  The first is by Lisa Ho, and I wouldn’t be surprised if the second is as well, as the designer and actress often seem to collaborate.Again a winner, and again going pale is Abbie Cornish.  I prefer this dress to the busier one she wore to the AFIs.Designer Terry Biviano makes like a belly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110013221208016646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110013221208016646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/11/if-only.html' title='IF only'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110012451460026875</id><published>2004-11-11T09:06:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T09:08:34.600+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Brown makes everyone look good</title><summary type='text'>At the Louis Vuitton United Cancer Front Gala, Sarah Jessica Parker wore cropped pants and a sparkly cardigan and looked great.  Actually, I’m not sure if it was the LV brown backdrop making everyone look warm and glow-y, but almost everyone looked fantastic at this event.Lucy Lawless in red strapless.Chloe Sevigny wears a normal dress and finally let her hair loose.  Such an improvement.At</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110012451460026875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110012451460026875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/11/brown-makes-everyone-look-good.html' title='Brown makes everyone look good'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110005928891896484</id><published>2004-11-10T15:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T15:01:28.916+11:00</updated><title type='text'>By very popular demand...</title><summary type='text'>For all of you pervs (and there are a lot of you) searching for “Serena Williams in Stella McCartney dress” here it is in all its nipple-tastic “glory”.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110005928891896484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110005928891896484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/11/by-very-popular-demand.html' title='By very popular demand...'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110005616806288877</id><published>2004-11-10T14:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T14:09:28.063+11:00</updated><title type='text'>No rhinestones anywhere</title><summary type='text'>At the CMA Awards, Leann Rimes’s dress appears to be trying to be two dresses at once.  A sleek body-hugging corset dress and a pretty girly bow and ruffled hem dress.I don’t know who Julie Roberts is (though that applies to most at this event), but her dress is too tight.  Pity too, given it’s such a great colour.Shelley Fairchild wears a chiffon poncho with some kind of skirt thing, rolled </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110005616806288877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110005616806288877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/11/no-rhinestones-anywhere.html' title='No rhinestones anywhere'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110005539829454071</id><published>2004-11-10T13:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T13:56:38.293+11:00</updated><title type='text'>No treasure here</title><summary type='text'>At the National Treasure premiere, Diana Kruger’s satin dress dips, pulls, folds and billows in all the wrong places, and also has an unnecessary hem of tulle at the bottom. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110005539829454071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110005539829454071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/11/no-treasure-here.html' title='No treasure here'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-110004590888960759</id><published>2004-11-10T11:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T11:18:28.890+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridget Jones Premiere, the sequel</title><summary type='text'>At the UK premiere of Bridget Jones: Edge of Reason, Helena Bonham Carter goes uncharacteristically couture in black but still manages to keep her thrown-together, just rolled out of bed “style” happening with a casual pony tail. Diana Quick sends me flashing back to Brideshead Revisited in a ubiquitous fur stole.Renee Zellweger in somewhat dull sari-influenced red.  That dark hair remains a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110004590888960759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/110004590888960759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/11/bridget-jones-premiere-sequel.html' title='Bridget Jones Premiere, the sequel'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109989424866815037</id><published>2004-11-08T17:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T17:10:48.670+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple ballerina</title><summary type='text'>At the NY opening night of The Foreigner, Sarah Jessica Parker is pretty in purple, though unfortunately she’s returned to her ballerina up-do.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109989424866815037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109989424866815037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/11/purple-ballerina.html' title='Purple ballerina'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109987333949816217</id><published>2004-11-08T11:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T11:27:58.430+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Here a stole, there a stole</title><summary type='text'>First, Sean "P Diddy" Combs is only 35?  Can't decide if that's scary or cool.  Either way, the birthday bash was a fur-a-rama.Among the very odd collection of people attending the party, the fur-swathed included Victoria "Blonde Morticia" Gotti and Frederique "satin stretched across the hips" van der Wal.Janice Combs in white fur and glowing fake hair, Ines Riverio in more corporate fur </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109987333949816217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109987333949816217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/11/here-stole-there-stole.html' title='Here a stole, there a stole'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109962221043479136</id><published>2004-11-05T13:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T13:36:50.433+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunks in Hats Day</title><summary type='text'>Part three in our Spring Racing coverage, Drunks in Hats Day – aka Oaks Day.  Here in Victoria we get an official public holiday for a horse race on the first Tuesday in November, which gives an unofficial holiday on the first Monday in November because who can resist a long weekend?  And then there’s the Thursday, Ladies Day, which is starting to rival the Monday in the unofficial holiday </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109962221043479136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109962221043479136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/11/drunks-in-hats-day.html' title='Drunks in Hats Day'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109947072068321730</id><published>2004-11-03T19:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T19:32:00.683+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Cup Day Winners and Losers</title><summary type='text'>At the Melbourne Cup, where the weather dawned bright and sunny and then turned, a couple of hours before the big race, into a horribly stormy afternoon, the Spring fashion appropriate to the morning out numbered the gumboots and parkas appropriate for the afternoon.Jennifer Hawkins, who was relatively stylish on Derby Day, went a bit too Paris Hilton for the Cup.Chloe Maxwell had been so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109947072068321730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109947072068321730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/11/cup-day-winners-and-losers.html' title='Cup Day Winners and Losers'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109937078050708410</id><published>2004-11-02T15:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T15:46:20.506+11:00</updated><title type='text'>ACE</title><summary type='text'>At the ACE Awards, Susan Lucci looks fabulous in strapless pink.While, Susan Saradon looks like she’s been caught getting dressed.  I like the jacket, and the dress might well be great, it’s just hard to tell here.Meanwhile, Brooke Sheilds wears a dull black dress and Nikki Taylor walks the line between glamour and Dynasty.I don’t like the fur, but Kimora Lee Simmons’ black and white dress </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109937078050708410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109937078050708410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/11/ace_109937078050708410.html' title='ACE'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109926968635583622</id><published>2004-11-01T11:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T11:41:26.356+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Designers and muses</title><summary type='text'>At the Fashion Group International Night of Stars, Michelle Pfeiffer looks classy in black Armani with an evening coat and gold sandals.New mum Heidi Klum needs perhaps a little more support than this dress and the nattily suited Seal can offer.Kate Hudson goes for the sleek in a dark pantsuit, while Stella McCartney overdoes the gothic just slightly in an oversized ball trench.Chloe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109926968635583622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109926968635583622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/11/designers-and-muses.html' title='Designers and muses'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109926709303566686</id><published>2004-11-01T10:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T10:58:13.036+11:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Races</title><summary type='text'>Meanwhile, on Saturday, while I was suffering from horrific hay-fever, many were a short distance away soaking up the sun on Derby Day.  (And given what the forecast looks like for Cup Day tomorrow, I’m betting they’re glad they did.)Kerri-Anne Kennerley.  One of those women who I expect to dress garishly and horribly who yet on many an occasion manages to surprise with her level of class.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109926709303566686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109926709303566686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/11/at-races.html' title='At the Races'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109926278334633749</id><published>2004-11-01T09:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T09:46:23.346+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Pale and pretty</title><summary type='text'>At the AFI Awards on Friday night, pale was in.  The Awards are one of those quintessentially Australian events that’s a mixture between “on the world stage” glamour and laid-back down-to-earth.  I didn’t go this year, but in the past its generally been a great night once you get past the actual ceremony.  The after-party features stars of stage and screen all mingling with everyone else.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109926278334633749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109926278334633749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/11/pale-and-pretty.html' title='Pale and pretty'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109900636890446313</id><published>2004-10-29T09:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T09:32:48.903+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Edge of Reason, indeed</title><summary type='text'>At the Australian premiere of Bridget Jones 2 Renee Zellweger makes like an Italian widow.On a side note, I’m not sure if it’s the Spring Racing Carnival in my hometown, but we are currently so swamped with press junketing starlets that the talk shows don’t have enough room to accommodate them all.  Currently in country in addition to Renee: Mandy Moore, Hillary Duff and Elizabeth Hurley.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109900636890446313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109900636890446313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/10/edge-of-reason-indeed.html' title='Edge of Reason, indeed'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109894339980092921</id><published>2004-10-28T16:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T16:03:19.800+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Black and White and Pale</title><summary type='text'>At the Princess Grace Awards (what are they, by the way?), Sharon Stone looks stunning in white, while Anne Hathaway struggles in a black dress that’s too small for her on top.  At the same event Molly Ringwald wears a pale sack and perhaps the worst stocking/shoe combination I’ve seen in some time.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109894339980092921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109894339980092921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/10/black-and-white-and-pale.html' title='Black and White and Pale'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109891772204575147</id><published>2004-10-28T08:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T08:55:22.046+10:00</updated><title type='text'>An envelope was probably opened</title><summary type='text'>I could comment on the clothes at the Ellegirl and DKNY LA Fashion Week party but the only people who showed up have the initials CP and BL, so you can guess what little they were wearing (what you imagine will be better than what they actually wore, I have no doubt) and we’ll move on.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109891772204575147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109891772204575147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/10/envelope-was-probably-opened.html' title='An envelope was probably opened'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109891745570600958</id><published>2004-10-28T08:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T08:50:55.706+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling out of bed or bath</title><summary type='text'>At the Huff premiere, Lara Flynn Boyle in her nightie and a fur.Paget Brewster in a shower curtain that failed for being too short.  Though I am pleased to note she either put on a jacket or changed completely when she got inside the party.   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109891745570600958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109891745570600958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/10/falling-out-of-bed-or-bath.html' title='Falling out of bed or bath'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109891707695977254</id><published>2004-10-28T08:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T08:44:36.960+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Black and the White</title><summary type='text'>At the NY premiere of Finding Neverland, Kate Winslet would look great if she didn’t have a bird stuck to her chest.  At the same event Rahda Mitchell wears a beautiful white dress, but anyone who looks that thin in white is way too thin.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109891707695977254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109891707695977254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/10/black-and-white.html' title='The Black and the White'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109884902959890646</id><published>2004-10-27T13:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T13:50:29.600+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so blue</title><summary type='text'>At the Women of the Year Luncheon, Kelly Ripa looks great in a simple blue wrap dress.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109884902959890646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109884902959890646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/10/not-so-blue.html' title='Not so blue'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109884899330317332</id><published>2004-10-27T13:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T13:49:53.303+10:00</updated><title type='text'>4 ways to ruin a pretty dress</title><summary type='text'>Nicole, Nicole, Nicole, pretty dress, but not on you.  First, you’re too tall for it.  Second, eat something.  Third, lay off the Bottox.  Finally, please do something with you hair.  Preferably start by returning to its natural colour, or if that’s too hard, the very pretty wig from Moulin Rouge.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109884899330317332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109884899330317332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/10/4-ways-to-ruin-pretty-dress.html' title='4 ways to ruin a pretty dress'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109876832695129685</id><published>2004-10-26T15:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T15:25:26.950+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Did they think they were on the radio?</title><summary type='text'>At the Radio Music Awards, I’m not surprised Charo needs someone to hold her up, as she must be having top-heavy balance issues.While Alanis Morrisette gets caught in a chocolate brown fishing net.Kelly Osbourne and Janet Jackson discover corsets with varying degrees of failure.  Jewel doesn’t, but perhaps should. Molly Sims stops just short of an 80s country music event.Aaron Carter is a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109876832695129685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109876832695129685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/10/did-they-think-they-were-on-radio.html' title='Did they think they were on the radio?'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109868858977690010</id><published>2004-10-25T17:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T17:16:29.776+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe they were going for the laughs too</title><summary type='text'>The opening of Mario Cantone’s show was a classic “what the fuck are they wearing?” event.The usually lovely Bebe Neuwirth in over the knee boots and what appears to be a leather rah-rah skirt.  And a read parka.Christine Taylor’s proportions are all wrong.  Shrunken in the middle and big at the ends.Bernadette Peters in a mish-mash of what appears to be a strapless dress with a wrap, pants</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109868858977690010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109868858977690010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/10/maybe-they-were-going-for-laughs-too.html' title='Maybe they were going for the laughs too'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109867560982647254</id><published>2004-10-25T13:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T13:41:36.533+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Here a stole, there a stole</title><summary type='text'>The annual Carousal of Hope Ball brought out an interesting array of celebrities and ball gown interpretations.  Sarah Chalke looks very pretty in red, though her hairstyle is a bit in the helmet mould.Lauralee Bell doing a yeti impression.  And what is with her hair?  I am fairly sure I have not seen it in any style other than parted down the middle and dead straight since her character was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109867560982647254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109867560982647254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/10/here-stole-there-stole.html' title='Here a stole, there a stole'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109831897001784039</id><published>2004-10-21T10:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T10:36:10.026+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The OC</title><summary type='text'>At the Fox Season Launch party the girls from The OC came out to play.Melinda Clarke overdoes the vamp in a mini, fishnets and thigh high boots, while Rachel Bilson goes for the pretty if slightly crushed look.  Love the colour of that dress.Kelly Rowan succeeds in horizontal stripes in a way I suspect few could.  For example, Mischa Barton’s glittery stripes fail miserably, probably because </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109831897001784039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109831897001784039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/10/oc_21.html' title='The OC'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109817321950137161</id><published>2004-10-19T18:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T18:06:59.500+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Mick'n'match</title><summary type='text'>At the New York premiere of Alfie, Marisa Tomei joins the ballerina crowd (De la Renta, I pressume) and points appropriately.Kirsty Hume and Donovan Leitch mix as many different patterns and styles as they can individually and together.  Is that slip bit a skirt or the bottom of a t-shirt, or did she throw her clothes on over her nightie?Both Alexandra and Theodora Richards look haphazard, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109817321950137161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109817321950137161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/10/micknmatch.html' title='Mick&apos;n&apos;match'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109817262003867540</id><published>2004-10-19T17:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T17:57:00.056+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What exactly were they awarding?</title><summary type='text'>I have no idea what the Hollywood Awards are, except a fashion fest.Carla Gugino in way too tight black.Jada Pinkett Smith in a way too split dress.Jamie-Lynn DiScala in a far more successful black strapless dress with lacy details (odd expression on her face though).Scarlett Johannson in milk maid meets bombshell Prada.However, Heather Graham needs a bra.  And a more vibrant colour. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109817262003867540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109817262003867540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/10/what-exactly-were-they-awarding.html' title='What exactly were they awarding?'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109808584100429702</id><published>2004-10-18T17:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T17:50:41.003+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Style</title><summary type='text'>At the Finding Neverland premiere, Kate Winslet once again looks spectacular in a dress that plays up her curves, this time in blue.While Vanessa Paradis is one of the few genuinely waify women who can come close to pulling off an outfit like this.  And if she had have worn lighter tights, it would have worked.  Johnny, on the other hand, is looking both younger and more dapper as he ages.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109808584100429702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109808584100429702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/10/finding-style.html' title='Finding Style'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109797471125976475</id><published>2004-10-17T10:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T10:58:31.260+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey lady</title><summary type='text'>I know this is a candid and I think that celebrities should be able to dress like crap on their days off too, but what the hell was Celine Dion thinking here:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109797471125976475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109797471125976475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/10/grey-lady.html' title='Grey lady'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109783717757223000</id><published>2004-10-15T20:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T20:46:17.573+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris - Part Four</title><summary type='text'>As regular readers will be aware, I’m very much a Marc Jacobs fan, but at the Louis Vuitton show things were a little too Minnie Mouse for my liking.  Too many big collars, buttons and shoes (often shown with ankle socks).Meanwhile at Chloe, the ever-present whites and neutrals made an appearance, but it was the colour that grabbed me:At Dior Galliano toned down the theatrics (though more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109783717757223000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109783717757223000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/10/paris-part-four.html' title='Paris - Part Four'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109775500413931886</id><published>2004-10-14T21:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T21:56:44.140+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris - Part Three</title><summary type='text'>The first post-Ford collection at YSL was spotty.  Literally and figuratively.  The polka dots and eighties influence was all a bit much for me.At Celine things were sleeker, though they picked up on the silly hat trend from Milan and sent everyone down the runway in sun visors.At Chanel the deep browns which have been used with great success across several collections made an appearance on a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109775500413931886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109775500413931886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/10/paris-part-three.html' title='Paris - Part Three'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109775356909254754</id><published>2004-10-14T21:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T21:32:49.093+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Crazy</title><summary type='text'>There was some billow at Alexander McQueen as well, but it was more controlled and didn’t overwhelm either the models or the collection like it did at Lanvin.  Of course to balance the pretty:There also had to be the crazy:Meanwhile at the ribbon-tastic Viktor &amp; Rolf collection there was much to love in the sleek dark opening and the bright pink ending.And then there was the crazy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109775356909254754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109775356909254754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/10/pretty-crazy.html' title='Pretty Crazy'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109775230955542468</id><published>2004-10-14T21:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T21:11:49.556+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris Spring - October 2004</title><summary type='text'>Finally to Paris, where Jean Paul Gaultier served up an eclectic collection complete with major ruffles and figure-hugging sheaths.  There was black, beige and riots of colour.  It was interesting and grand, but there was no one piece that really grabbed my attention.Meanwhile at Balenciaga there were cocktail dresses in a fabulous deep blue, with gold highlights and military jackets.  I wasn’t</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109775230955542468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109775230955542468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/10/paris-spring-october-2004.html' title='Paris Spring - October 2004'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109762392725720185</id><published>2004-10-13T09:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T09:32:07.256+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Waist Management</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, yeah, I know.  Work is crazy busy, so blogging gets put aside.  (In fact between writing those two sentences I got a phone call with more new work.  Yay, and boo, at the same time.)So, to while away the time until I have a chance to even look at the Paris collections, let alone comment on them, here’s a link to ”Waist Management”, the most searched most read and conveniently </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109762392725720185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109762392725720185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/10/waist-management.html' title='Waist Management'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109704326714349742</id><published>2004-10-06T16:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T16:14:27.143+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon</title><summary type='text'>Paris and various celebrity coverage will be posted soon – it’s amazing how much time one has to spend actually working in order to try and take a long weekend…. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109704326714349742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109704326714349742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/10/soon.html' title='Soon'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109680466715542777</id><published>2004-10-03T21:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T21:57:47.156+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Blue</title><summary type='text'>Meanwhile on the other side of the country at the Santa Barbara Film Festival, Kate Winslet looks fabulous in blue.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109680466715542777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109680466715542777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/10/beautiful-blue.html' title='Beautiful Blue'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109680443934259876</id><published>2004-10-03T21:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T21:53:59.343+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boots Remain</title><summary type='text'>After this apperance at the opening of the New York film Festival, I am now convinced that those black boots are permanently attached to Julie Delpy's legs.  And then, of course, there's this dress, which would have fitted in well on the Milan catwalks given that it's such an unflattering cut.  Handkerchiefs with stripes slapped on top of a prairie skirt?  Oh dear. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109680443934259876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109680443934259876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/10/boots-remain.html' title='The Boots Remain'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109680375601131836</id><published>2004-10-03T21:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T21:42:36.010+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Milan Fashion Week - Eight</title><summary type='text'>It will come as no surprise to regular readers that Versace is a bit too sex on a platter for my personal taste, but it’s always known how to do a high impact dress.Of the rest of the collection, the seventies theme, with shirt dresses and safari overtones was done in a great high-gloss style, and far more wearable than the big print Bermuda shorts.Cavalli usually fits into a similar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109680375601131836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109680375601131836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/10/milan-fashion-week-eight.html' title='Milan Fashion Week - Eight'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109662664297300552</id><published>2004-10-01T20:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T20:30:42.973+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Milan Fashion Week - Seven</title><summary type='text'>At Gucci, Alessandra Facchinetti didn’t stray too far from the Tom Ford path, which seems like a good idea for the first collection out.  Ford’s Gucci was often something I loved but could/would never wear, but this time around I was disappointed about that lack of killer evening gowns.From the Max Mara collection I expected basic staples with an occasional element of flair.  Instead it swung </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109662664297300552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109662664297300552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/10/milan-fashion-week-seven.html' title='Milan Fashion Week - Seven'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109653461111537873</id><published>2004-09-30T18:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T18:57:41.300+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Milan Fashion Week - Six</title><summary type='text'>At Anna Molinari the emerging trends continued to become clear.  In a carry over from New York there was more gold, there was more satin and crushed metallics.  There was also a lot of tops, shorts and dresses that were essentially underwear.But then there was also the just plain pretty:While Prada had birds, Missoni had fruit, and also my favourite Milan collection so far.  Along with the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109653461111537873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109653461111537873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/09/milan-fashion-week-six.html' title='Milan Fashion Week - Six'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109653366165109500</id><published>2004-09-30T18:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T18:41:01.650+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Milan Fashion Week - Five</title><summary type='text'>The brown tones and hats continued at Prada, though the colours were much richer - closer to Ferretti than Marni.  And while I much preferred the jewelled tones, I’m not yet convinced by the execution of the bird theme.  I did like the following pieces (hat aside), but I suspect that the true test of much of the collection will be in the wearing in normal, rather than catwalk, circumstances.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109653366165109500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109653366165109500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/09/milan-fashion-week-five.html' title='Milan Fashion Week - Five'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109652526632474456</id><published>2004-09-30T16:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T16:21:06.323+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Those boots should walk, now</title><summary type='text'>At the Director’s Guild of America function, Swoosie Kurtz is too skinny and appears to be wearing pearly opaque stockings.Meanwhile, what is with this recent insistence on wearing knee-high black boots with everything?  Don’t get me wrong, I love the boots – I am currently wearing the boots – but not with formalwear.  Here Julie Delpy wears a perfectly nice black dress and then ruins it with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109652526632474456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109652526632474456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/09/those-boots-should-walk-now.html' title='Those boots should walk, now'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109651631967739485</id><published>2004-09-30T13:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T13:51:59.676+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Milan Fashion Week - Four</title><summary type='text'>Over at Marni there was a very neutral base, with lots of tans and beiges, interspersed with some day-glow greens and yellows.  It veered from lady-like into dowdy and then side-stepped to beach.  All in all though, it was uninspiring.For example:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109651631967739485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109651631967739485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/09/milan-fashion-week-four.html' title='Milan Fashion Week - Four'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109651487301702004</id><published>2004-09-30T13:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T13:52:57.536+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Milan Fashion Week - Three</title><summary type='text'>At Burberry Prorsum there were pastels and florals mixed in with ruched metallics.  The pale pale pastels sometimes wandered a little too far down the garden path towards Laura Ashley territory, while the metallics seemed a little, well, cheap.I think the collection was most successful when it moved away from both:But, of the metallics, this dress has the most appeal, perhaps because it has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109651487301702004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109651487301702004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/09/milan-fashion-week-three.html' title='Milan Fashion Week - Three'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109651427840993122</id><published>2004-09-30T13:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T13:17:58.410+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Milan Fashion Week - Two</title><summary type='text'>Meanwhile the Armani show, if not the actual collection, was all about goofy hats.  The collection itself was all about unappealing shape.  For example, these.  Tops and pants which are bad on their own and worse together. (And those weren’t even the worst of it.)With a whole lot of satin (much of it tight), and despite the potential of a significant Chinese influence, I struggled to find </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109651427840993122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109651427840993122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/09/milan-fashion-week-two.html' title='Milan Fashion Week - Two'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109651355453181936</id><published>2004-09-30T13:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T13:05:54.530+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Milan Fashion Week – September 2004 </title><summary type='text'>Alberta Ferretti showed her usual parade of pretty flirty dresses, of which these were my favourites. She also showed some unflattering horizontal stripes and potentially unwearable super-slim-line pants in vivid colours, which didn’t appeal nearly as much.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109651355453181936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109651355453181936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/09/milan-fashion-week-september-2004.html' title='Milan Fashion Week – September 2004 '/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109641355849340880</id><published>2004-09-29T09:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T09:19:18.493+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Thou Shalt Not...</title><summary type='text'>The premiere of Ten Commandments The Musical in LA brought out the most eclectic collection of celebrities, former celebrities and wannabe celebrities that has been seen for some time.  Well, okay not so many of the people actually at the peak of their careers, but rather a little or a long way past it.  Which always makes for amusing fashion choices.For example, Lucy Lawless, looking like she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109641355849340880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109641355849340880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/09/thou-shalt-not.html' title='Thou Shalt Not...'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109634128478610265</id><published>2004-09-28T13:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T13:14:44.786+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotch-potch</title><summary type='text'>The New York premiere of Shark Tale throws up this fabulous fashion hotch-potch.  The usually fairly glamorous Mary J. Blige in great boots that I wish we couldn’t see as much of, and a large and unnecessary hat.  Then there’s Renee Zellweger in one of her usual lady-like dresses, though this one is boring and blends a little too well with her pale skin.  The blending is accentuated by pale </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109634128478610265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109634128478610265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/09/hotch-potch.html' title='Hotch-potch'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109633107510401420</id><published>2004-09-28T10:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T10:24:35.103+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Gak! Boobs! and satin!</title><summary type='text'>Ok, Gwyneth, while many women can sympathise, it’s now time to put your “apples” away.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109633107510401420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109633107510401420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/09/gak-boobs-and-satin.html' title='Gak! Boobs! and satin!'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6224333.post-109601497855739834</id><published>2004-09-24T18:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T18:36:18.556+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A jeans gala?</title><summary type='text'>At the Youth AIDS Benefit Gala, there was clearly some confusion about the relationship between “Gala” and an informal dress code, but it produced some interesting combinations.Now, I really liked this Lanvin cocktail dress on the runway, but suspected it was going to be hard for anyone but Kate Moss to actually wear.  And when you bring the much chronicled so-called “style” of Chloe Sevigny to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109601497855739834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6224333/posts/default/109601497855739834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uli-shoes.blogspot.com/2004/09/jeans-gala.html' title='A jeans gala?'/><author><name>Uli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110822611016668233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
