So much fuss over what the broads were wearing to the Academy Awards Sunday night, right?
What of the men? I thrilled at the sight of a couple of friends who hit the Kodak Theater looking much more charming than the march of Hugo Boss and Giorgio Armani penguins (famous and foxy as many of them might be) dominating the scene.
Neither one of them know one another. But being that they both prefer an unorthodox approach to their wardrobes, they were likely the only pair Sunday to appear in ankle-length trousers. It takes a fair share of aplomb and flair to pull of such a look, and these two manage to look dashing--and not like they raided Pee-Wee Herman’s closet.

Robert Barr sent me a few shots he surreptitiously had taken with his phone (photography is forbidden at the main event unless you have a credential or are world famous). My former assistant at WWD, Robert went on to slave away with Giambattista Valli in Paris and Yeohlee in New York before returning recently to L.A. to finally finish up his novel. He took a two-week break to do research for the show producers, and as part of the gig got a laminated pass to attend. Maybe I'm just used to seeing him in Dior Homme. But he manages to give some heat to the Thom Browne suit.
Ray Azoulay popped into the store on his way to the Oscars Sunday afternoon to show me the goods. He is the towering, silver-haired neighbor who lives above A+R in Venice and owns the arcana-art filled emporium Obsolete. He is also among the most stylish men we know, so I always love seeing what he puts together. Of course, I had to pull out my camera and make him pose.
Ray was attending his first Academy Awards with the costume designer Michael O' Connor’s entourage. O’Connor took the top prize for his 17th century fashion parade for “The Duchess,” so the night ended late. And Ray hasn’t been heard from since! He chose an Ann Demeulemeester suit and dressed it with a muffler of shredded cashmere.