Listen, I’ve got a lot going on in my life right now. So if my Oscars coverage has to stretch into April, then you will just have to fucking deal with it, my beautiful queens.
Welcome back, dear readers.
Every con has its pros. And every pro has a bedazzled pantsuit.
Your Cannes coverage ends here, dears.
And the LEWKS just keep on coming.
A toast to those who shot for the moon, landed amongst the stars, and promptly burst into flames. In all fairness, there were far fewer Valiant Failures this year than at most Met Galas, because this was the rare year where it was possible to hit the theme and still look kind of average. But let’s discuss those stars who aimed, but missed the mark.
What, you thought we were done?