As all eyes will be on the sartorial choices of those on the red carpet, some of us by turns may laud or criticize what—or whom—they are wearing.
Once, as a child, I found myself venturing yet again into my parents’ closet, when I happened to spy a suit of my father’s. It was houndstooth—from head to toe—suit jacket with ruffles, complete with matching pants. At the time, I thought it was hideous (sorry Dad!).