“Basic Bitches at the Met Gala” has become an annual tradition at Democracy Diva Headquarters. Here, that phrase knows no gender – only the brutal, existential torture of seeing extremely wealthy/extremely famous/extremely beautiful people completely waste life’s precious opportunities to be fabulous.
Time to head to Paris. (And Rome. Apparently you’re allowed to have couture shows outside France? Who knew?)
Welcome, dear readers, to the Superbowl of self-congratulatory superstars!
Good LORD, do we have some judging to do.
Welcome back to your not-quite-regularly-scheduled programming, dear readers! Let’s catch up on the last few weeks in fashion.
Let’s get this bitchfest started.