Oh, right, the Grammys happened!
Every con has its pros. And every pro has a bedazzled pantsuit.
Your Cannes coverage ends here, dears.
Welcome back, judgmental bitches!
And the LEWKS just keep on coming.
Welcome back to the French Riviera, where things continue to be breathtakingly glamorous.
A toast to those who shot for the moon, landed amongst the stars, and promptly burst into flames. In all fairness, there were far fewer Valiant Failures this year than at most Met Galas, because this was the rare year where it was possible to hit the theme and still look kind of average. But let’s discuss those stars who aimed, but missed the mark.
Dragon queens, disco balls, and grandma couches await – it’s the motherfucking Grammys, y’all.
Pour yourself another cup of coffee and let’s finish this red carpet..
Farewell, Cannes 2017! We hardly knew ye, and yet ye also lasted for like eight thousand years.