Caitlyn Jenner’s redeeming style moment
When Caitlyn Jenner stepped up to the microphone to accept her Arthur Ashe Courage Award at Wednesday’s ESPYs, she looked like she had pole-vaulted off the cover of Vanity Fair.
Albeit a little more concealed than her famous glossy magazine debut in a corset and silk underwear.
Standing in a glamorous, white floor-length Versace gown that hugged her new curves, Jenner kicked off her heartfelt speech by delving into the sartorial component of her highly publicized transformation.
I’ve never felt more pressure. Picking out this outfit, OK girls, I get it,” she said with humor. “And next the ‘Fashion Police.’ Please be kind on me, I’m new at this.”
The latter part, imbued with more gravity, made me look up from my dinner — because just two weeks ago, I donned my sheriff’s badge and issued a warrant for her style arrest.
It wasn’t her endless array of wrap dresses that gave me agita. Rather it was a rogue outing to Pat Field’s Bowery store that provoked my poison pen, a piece that generated a flurry of angry emails.
The 65-year-old emerged from the store in a stained-glass-panel mini, scuba zip-up and a clashing cartoonish clutch.
At the time, I said she looked like a “deranged Carrie Bradshaw after a bad acid trip in the JCPenney juniors department.”
The juvenile concoction looked downright silly, veering far off the chic but understated path she had been hedging up until that moment.
But that’s all it was. One moment. One outfit.
I would write the same criticism again — as I have about male basketball players, leading men and other boldface women frequently parading their latest getups for the camera.
But when Jenner sweetly asked for mercy from us trigger-happy critics, I thought it was a needless plea. She appeared as close to flawless as any gussied-up lady could possibly hope to be.
Perhaps that’s because she was dressed by Tinseltown power stylist Jen Rade, the lady responsible for Angelina Jolie’s regular and reliable stable of old-Hollywood red-carpet looks.
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