Vampires! Witches! Velvet scrunchies!
Every con has its pros. And every pro has a bedazzled pantsuit.
Your Cannes coverage ends here, dears.
I’m not crying, YOU ARE.
Let’s finish this damn thing.
Dragon queens, disco balls, and grandma couches await – it’s the motherfucking Grammys, y’all.
Sorry for the delay while the Diva was on vacay. Luckily, it’s never too late to be a judgmental bitch!