Every con has its pros. And every pro has a bedazzled pantsuit.
Your Met Gala finale is here, dear readers.
Dragon queens, disco balls, and grandma couches await – it’s the motherfucking Grammys, y’all.
Cannes parties: like Cannes premieres, but drunker!
Pack your couture and some sunscreen, darlings, and let’s go to Cannes.
Let’s finish up this goddamn thing already.
Time is of the essence, divas. Let’s do the Grammys quick and dirty..
Welcome back, motherfuckers!
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.)
Admit it. You’ve missed me.