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.
A tribute to those who attempted the theme, took a leap of faith, and failed spectacularly.
Because if the starlets don’t give any fucks, neither should we.
Let’s continue one of the year’s most epic bitchfests, dear readers.
It’s Sunday morning, I’m exhausted from my first week of being a real person in a very long time, and there’s an ungodly amount of fashion to get through. There is no better recipe for complete and utter bitchery, dear readers.
Everything is fabber in Venice, dear readers.
It’s time to finish this bitchfest, dear readers.
Some Met Gala attendees will be honored as the Best Dressed; others will live in infamy as the Worst Dressed. As for the rest, well, let’s just sweep them into the “Basic Bitches” category and judge them all.