Rick Nelson and Claude Peck dispense unasked-for advice about clothing, etiquette, culture, relationships, grooming and more.
RN: I was unaware that five of your favorite words are, "And the Oscar goes to ... "
CP: Believe me, those five are right up there with "We've filed another prize-winning Glance."
RN: Here's the answer to the question I know you're dying to ask: No, I'm not going to participate in your Academy Award predictions pool. My choosing-winners track record isn't so hot.
CP: I know you await the year when Jason Statham finally gets some Oscar love, but will you be watching the awards on Feb. 24?
RN: Probably, if only for the big James Bond production number, in honor of the franchise's 50th anniversary. Pray for a big, gaudy, Carly Simon-Sheena Easton-Rita Coolidge-Shirley Bassey mash-up. Or maybe they could get Louis Jourdan to stand center stage and say "Octopussy," over and over.
CP: With "Skyfall" in the running for some minor awards, there'll be Bond-age all 'round. Daniel Craig in Tom Ford being red-carpet-bombed by Carson Kressley? You can't put a price on that.
RN: Thanks to Hollywood's burgeoning personal-stylist industry, there are far fewer true fashion victims on the Oscar red carpet. Where's the fun in that?