Addison Rae frolicked in the Indian Ocean wearing a tiny pink bikini during a beach day in Perth, Australia, on January 4, 2026.
The sun in Western Australia doesn’t just shine; it bleaches. It is January 4, and the air in Perth is a thick 33°C, vibrating with the kind of heat that makes the sand feel like frozen grit underfoot. Addison Rae is standing in the surf, a tiny flash of hot pink against the endless, flat blue of the Indian Ocean. It is a lavish mess of salt spray and wet hair. She looks relaxed, or maybe just exhausted in that good, post-performance way after her set at the Wildlands festival at Arena Joondalup the night before.
Amanda Seyfried attended the 31st Annual Critics Choice Awards in a custom black and pink Valentino gown and a 1950s Tiffany wristwatch.
The air at the Barker Hangar is always a little weird—industrial, echoing, and too bright for its own good. Amanda Seyfried stands in the middle of it all looking remarkably put together. She is wearing a couture dress that feels like two distinct ideas having a polite conversation. The top is a black velvet bodice, tight and structured like a corset, while the bottom is a bubblegum pink skirt that just… flows. It is a best dressed contender because it refuses to be subtle about its contrasts. There is a fuchsia bow at the waist, large and unapologetic, adding a bit of foolish glamour to the whole silhouette.
Odessa A’zion wore a silver sequined bat-wing gown by Ott Dubai with a choker neckline to the 31st Annual Critics Choice Awards.
The lighting inside the Barker Hangar is always a little weird—flat, wide, and remarkably un-glamorous for a red carpet . Odessa A’zion stands there in a silver sequined gown that looks like it was cut from the sky of a 1970s discotheque. It is a custom piece by Ott Dubai, and it has these massive bat-wing sleeves that feel like a lavish mess of fabric whenever she moves. She looks like she is ready to either accept an award or fly away into the Santa Monica night. There is a frozen grit to the sequins; they don’t just shimmer, they bite at the camera flash.
Her Botticelli curls are everywhere, a wild halo that fights with the structure of the high neck. People are debating if it is a wig, which is just foolish glamour talk. The designer outfit pools at the floor, hiding her shoes and turning her into a shimmering, silver pillar. It is a best dressed contender precisely because it feels like she picked it out herself, put it on, and walked out the door without asking for permission.
