You’d think a fashion awards show would be peak red carpet, featuring better and more daring lewks than your average awards show.
And the LEWKS just keep on coming.
Welcome back to the French Riviera, where things continue to be breathtakingly glamorous.
From floral wreaths to spiky crowns to beaded hoods to halos, headpieces were the favored accessory of the evening. They’re so crown; bow down, bitches.
Because if the starlets don’t give any fucks, neither should we.
Welcome back to the drunken hot mess that is the Golden Globes!
Happy hungover Sunday! Let’s stare bleary-eyed at pretty things.