Every con has its pros. And every pro has a bedazzled pantsuit.
Every year, like clockwork, somewhere between a dozen and a score models take to the Met Gala in dresses that can only be described as UNDERWHELMING. They may be on theme, or they may not; they may be pretty, or they may not. But they all make me roll my eyes to some degree.
Let’s finish up this goddamn thing already.
Because if the starlets don’t give any fucks, neither should we.
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Welcome to the fashion industry’s favorite self-congratulatory ego-fest!