Wriggling in and out of dresses in traffic between Oscar parties is purely a business thing, right? Like, either in service of as much magazine or blog real estate as possible, or to collect paychecks or other perks per outfit? Otherwise, why even go to the trouble? Who cares? Especially if you are Ciara, and are trying to do all that without giving birth. The whole thing sounds exhausting. With that in mind, let’s see which party got the best of it. I had assumed people wore the best stuff they thought they had — or the most Serious — to Vanity Fair, and burned off whatever else they agreed to wear at the Elton party just because they like him and/or want to stay on the guest list. But it didn’t always pan out that way.