Day 15: Fun fact: I am wearing the same sweatpants I wore to bed last night under this voluminous Mr. Blackwell gown. I managed to put a little bit of makeup on my unwashed face in order to do the dress justice - because it really does deserve it. It’s one of the pieces I picked up during last weekend’s Rose Bowl haul. Not at all in season, but I wanted to shoot something in my amazing pink and silver guest bathroom - one of the only uncluttered backgrounds I have not yet exploited in my mid-renovation home, aka the Half-Way House because, well, we tore half of the fucker off (you can see progress at @). And since I have yet to leave my house today... Anyway. About the dress: Armchair fashion historians will know Richard Blackwell’s name, as he was the OG Joan Rivers: the originator of the infamous “Worst Dressed List” and an annual Oscar fashion review. Back when I was writing about fashion at the @, I was the resident red carpet expert, and I ended up interviewing him - much to my delight, as I had already collected a few of his dresses (obvs, he was a designer, too). He was great. We talked in 1997, the year that @ cleaned up her act at the Globes in that white @ number. I was a fan of her reinvention and was excited to see what she did next; he had very little faith that she could keep her sartorial shit together. As I recall, we bet on it. Considering the evidence, I think we can call it a draw. RIP, Mr. Blackwell. You were a cool dude.