Decadence. Timelessness. Glamour.
All things that were noticeably missing at last night’s annual Met Ball honoring the work of American couturier Charles James.
Sure there were some YAAAAAS moments as the looques walked up that red carpet, but honey last night was a Hot. Mess. And this is our bitchfest:
When Oscar de la Renta could’ve been HBA and I totally would’ve believed it
When I wondered how Maggie Q is supposed to sit in that Zac Posen dress
When I wondered how Dita Von Teese sits ever
When Belle did it better
When Karolina Kurkova kept the Models Killing Everyone Else train goin’
Riri. I know those eyes. Is it just the carpet color or…?
When I couldn’t believe I not only wasn’t mad at it, but actually liked it, but then took one look at the shoe and quickly changed my mind. WE COULD’VE HAD IT ALL, KIM. WE COULD’VE FINALLY HAD IT ALL.
OH RITA……… JUST…………..
When Marnie wore another pretty dress. Good job Marnie.
When I literally cried because omg Chloe what happened.
When the world said for the first time, “Wow, it must be so nice to be Beyoncé!”
…When I finally acknowledged Anne after ignoring her at the Oscars.
But in all seriousness, they dress up for our enjoyment. Don’t they?
And whether tragic or stunning, I thoroughly enjoyed it. Thank you Anna.
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