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.
Farewell, Cannes 2017! We hardly knew ye, and yet ye also lasted for like eight thousand years.
A tribute to those who attempted the theme, took a leap of faith, and failed spectacularly.
Welcome back, motherfuckers!
What, you thought we were done?.
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.)