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.
Happy Sunday, darlings!
What, you thought we were done?
Welcome back, bitches! Let’s finish up these damn Grammys.
Let’s finish up this goddamn thing already.
Welcome back, motherfuckers!
The derailed train that is the Met Gala continues.
Welcome to the hottest after-parties of the year! They’re like the Oscars, only drunker.
Because a music industry event without nudity is like a week without a weekend.
New York! London! Milan! Paris! Mars! (Oh, are there not fashion shows on Mars yet? Damn. Karl Lagerfeld really needs to get his shit together.)