MY PROM MAKEOVER: Permisson to speak your mind day: Jennifer Aniston

I, for one am not afraid to admit what I think about it. And I hope you aren't either.

With so much negative reaction to Jennifer Aniston’s ‘disaster dress’, even top mags like Marie Claire and NY Mag are laying low on weighing in. Really? You don’t have an opinion of Lacroix, one the most creatively sumptuous designers on the planet worn by one of the sumptuously fit women on the planet ? It just confirms my suspicion that these ‘fashion experts’ are only waiting to see what the masses say, so they can then tell you what’s hot and what’s not.

It seems I am I the only one who thinks Jennifer Aniston is just right? Not too neutral, not too….too.

It’s an inspiration you can’t get sitting at a desk, in a (shared) cubicle, in a big crowded building trying to figure out what’s the next OMG! (who are these people?)Let’s take the latest Jen bashing into perspective. I admit, my first impression of the Christian Lacroix dress she wore to her “Bounty Hunter” Premier in Paris, reminded me of my childhood. When I had a boo-boo, my mom always put mercurochrome on my cut. Many might not remember the color of this wicked antiseptic, but it worked wonders and saved my life.

Call it anything but a fish
You will never see more shades of red than in Paris. Last time I was there, the papier de toilette in the airport was french pink! Not torch red, cherry, berry, venetian, sangria, blush, cerise. Even during the winter, everyone seems to wear a hat or scarf or gloves or shoes in some rendering of the hottest primary on the wheel. Perhaps its to counteract the grayness of the city, or to cling to the memories of the ruby peonies in spring, or the sunset.

I believe it is some of these only in part. The real reason Parisians love their reds is because they love their wines so much. And the grapes that produce the wines.

Wines that do not blush pink merely out of embarrassment or shame. They are not rosy-cheeked brides walking down the aisle with the spotlight shining on them. They are not shamefaced liars with a flush of color to their cheeks caught in some truth-revealing quandary. These blush wines are not Tom Cruise jumping up and down on Oprah's couch. Blush wines in fact are just another name for Rose Wines—and put an accent over the "é" and say "Ro-zay" and not the thorny name that called by any other name would smell as sweet. Rosé is French for pink, but pink wine as a marketing name emits a negative aura without panache and a wine so labeled would probably not fare well alongside a Pouilly-Fuisse or Bordeaux. Even words sound better in French.

Jen may have not gotten it right for American / UK beer and chips tastes but she got it perfect for Paris.

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