Listen, I’ve got a lot going on in my life right now. So if my Oscars coverage has to stretch into April, then you will just have to fucking deal with it, my beautiful queens.
Vampires! Witches! Velvet scrunchies!
Welcome back, dear readers.
Every con has its pros. And every pro has a bedazzled pantsuit.
Your Cannes coverage ends here, dears.
Welcome back, judgmental bitches!
I’m not crying, YOU ARE.
Welcome back to the French Riviera, where things continue to be breathtakingly glamorous.
Welcome to opening day of Cannes! (What? It was only like a week and a half ago. I’m not that far behind). For the uninitiated, the week-long Cannes Film Festival offers some of the best fashion of the year, every year. I’m not sure what makes stars bring it so hard to this particular festival – the French Riviera sunshine? The constant presence of March Fabness 2018 Champion Fan Bingbing? The knowledge that someone important could walk out of your new movie ten minutes into its premiere and ruin your entire life? Whatever magic is in the air, I’m grateful for it.
Your Met Gala finale is here, dear readers.