Having ended up on many fashion critics "Worst Dressed" Oscar lists, Hudson admitted the next morning on "The Today Show" that the brown gown wasn't her first choice. She would have preferred another one. Maybe one that wasn't so tight in the back that it pushed up her back flesh when she took off the metallic bolero - also insisted on by Andre - inside the Kodak Theatre. Did I mention the flare collared silver bolero also made her look like Sister Sledge?

Now come reports that Jennifer was planning on wearing a custom-made Roberto Cavalli gown, arranged by her usual stylist Jessica Paster. Now I know why Jessica was so frazzled at the Armani party the night before the Oscars. She literally begged the valet guys to get her car fast and was almost in tears over a fashion emergency with her client.

 "When Andre found out she was going to wear Cavalli, not Oscar, he totally queened out and started screaming about how he was responsible for getting Jennifer on the March cover of Vogue, how she owed him, and she had to wear the Oscar de la Renta or he would look like a fool," says my source. "It was almost as if he had money riding on her wearing Oscar." Hmmm....

Sunday afternoon, poor Jennifer caved. But her dis-ease showed as she gamely tried to make the best of an Oscar dress she didn't want to wear by shoving her hands deeper and deeper into her pockets while she walked the red carpet.

"No doubt he told her to 'Work those pockets, girl!""  said a well-known TV fashion show host. "It looked like she was digging around in her dress for something the whole time."

Maybe she looking for a knife to slit her wrists. Or Andre's throat. At least she was able to change into her favorite frock to go to the post-parties. She looked lovely in the Cavalli at the Vanity Fair bash.

This is the trouble with egomaniacal celebrity stylists. Oscar night was about Jennifer, not her clothes. And for a stylist to insist that a nominee  wear something that they are not comfortable in on one of the most important nights of their life ... Well, that's a crime of fashion.

If this is true, Andre should fly back to New York or Paris or crawl back under whatever slimy rock he crawled out from. What you did is unforgivable. And Jennifer, you deserve better. Next time stick with your gut and don't let anyone tell you what to wear.

Photo Credit: Jennifer smiles through her fashion tears. Oh, the high cost of getting a Vogue cover. Jeff Vespa/WireImage
Photo Credits: "Now do as I say, little Miss. You will wear the Oscar gown. I am the arbiter of international style and what I say goes." Riha/WireImage