Please, no loud noises or sudden movements. These stars have all suffered head injuries that caused them to believe they are attending the Oscars. They think they look amazing – and they would, on any other red carpet. But friends, the Met Gala is not the goddamn Oscars. (Though this year’s theme was a little more traditional-red-carpet friendly than previous years, I still can’t bring myself to put anyone in the Best Dressed post who didn’t really commit to the costume.)
What, you thought we were done?
Pour yourself another cup of coffee and let’s finish this red carpet..
Let’s finish up this goddamn thing already.
Nothing keeps the winter weather at bay quite lot a nice hot dose of judgmental bitchery.
Welcome to the amfAR Gala, or as it will now be known, Shameless Sideboob for a Good Cause!
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.
Let’s finish up this fabulous film festival, so we can move right along to the next one! (Seriously, the film-fest-scheduling gods must hate fashion bloggers. The Venice, Toronto, and Deauville festivals all overlap – and during New York Fashion Week. I swear, they’re trying to destroy me.)
Some Met Gala attendees will be honored as the Best Dressed; others will live in infamy as the Worst Dressed. As for the rest, well, let’s just sweep them into the “Basic Bitches” category and judge them all.