Buckle up, divas. This red carpet is a DISASTER.
BAHH, BAHH; BA-BA-BA BAHHH, BAHH; BA-BA-BA BAHHH, BAHH; BA-BA-BA-BAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
Mmmm. Another batch of delicious Mockingjay red-carpety goodness.
Don’t cry because it’s (almost) over. Smile because you won’t have to keep getting annoyed every time you realize that this movie has both a colon AND a dash in its title, which is just completely bananas.
This week, bitches got shit DONE in black and white.
It’s time to board that private jet and fly off to the south of France, bitches.
We’ve finally made it! It took me two weeks (real life is hard, yo), but here we are: the end of your Met Gala fashion coverage.