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.)
Welcome to the VMAs! I might be too old to watch them, but no one’s ever too old to judge them. Also, I think it goes without saying that this post is mildly NSFW, because, you know, Miley.
Let’s finish up this shit-show once and for all.
The AMAs were last weekend, and we have yet to discuss the assorted fashion disasters that music’s icons bestowed upon us.