Let’s finish up this fabulous film festival, so we can move right along to the next one! (Seriously, the film-fest-scheduling gods must hate fashion bloggers. The Venice, Toronto, and Deauville festivals all overlap – and during New York Fashion Week. I swear, they’re trying to destroy me.)
The BeyMAs have come and gone, and there is SO MUCH ABSURDITY TO DISCUSS. Taylor’s drunk baby gymnast romper! All those “vintage throwbacks” to like 13 years ago! ALL THE BLUE IVY CARTER!
Pour yourself another bloody mary and cure that hangover, dear readers. It’s judging time.
Ms. Kruger leads the pack yet again in your regularly-scheduled red carpet bitch-fest.
The fabbest party at the Cannes Film Festival is waiting for you, dear readers.
Let’s spend the holiday weekend in Cannes, dear readers.
Cate Blanchett steals the top spot yet again, because she is a fucking royal elf and you just can’t beat that shit.
Fuck the work week. Let’s hit the French Riviera.
Get in, losers. We’re going to Cannes.
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.
The Democracy Diva 