So the Met Gala was last night. It’s one of my favorite nights of the year. I order a plethora of Chinese food, whip off my bra, throw my hair in a messy bun, get cozy on the couch in my PJs, and tweet my face off over the fashion.
This year’s theme was Manus x Machina: Fashion in an Age of Technology. I was looking forward to dresses that were powered by solar energy, or an iPhone-inspired gown. But no. Just a lot of metallics and sequins. Because, you know, that says “tech.” Sigh.
And Jesus Christ, what is up with Balmain? Everyone was wearing Balmain. Riveting. Yes, Olivier Rousteing has a beautiful point of view, and has definitely changed the direction of fashion. But every time you see someone wearing one of his gowns, you KNOW it’s Balmain, and you KNOW one of the Kardashians has already worn it in a different color. Which becomes monotonous and boring after a while. Not impressed.
But a few folks managed to look fantastic AND be on point with the theme. And if you were an Olsen twin, you didn’t give a flying fuck about the theme and managed to kill it. So there’s that.
Spoiler alert … it wasn’t any of the Kardashians or anyone who rocked Balmain (in fact, I do hope Anna Wintour verbally shamed Kanye West for wearing jeans to the Met Gala).
So here is what you have been waiting for all year … my “best dressed list” from the Met Gala. TA DA.
Poppy Delevingne KILLED IT. Favorite look of the night, by far.
I hate Disney shit, but Zac Posen made Cinderella’s dress come to life in the most bad ass way possible. Swoon.
Fame Monster is BACK, baby, and it gives me glorious glorious chills. Claws up, Monsters.
Sister of the year goes to Solange Knowles in this gorgeous “lemonade-inspired” gown.
Dude … H&M made this dress. H&M! I dream of a day when I walk into the store and next to the ball hugging skinnies and bedazzled blazers, this will be hanging for me to purchase and own.
I know, I’m in shock, too, but Nicole Kidman in that McQueen cape rocked my world.
And Beyonce … because I feel like if I didn’t include her my blog would burst into flames. And that dress. Sweet mother.