Chaos to Couture... Worlds End Meets the Met
Its the morning after the night before for the glitterati and time for us mere mortals to judge and drool over what they wore. As any of you with the slightest interest in fashion will know the Costume Institute Gala in the Met was last night, arguably the most glamorous event on the fashion calendar. My love affair with the Met Ball started in college when we’d sit around like a pack of little Anna Wintour wannabes gasping in both joy and horror at the inspired and the absurd as the attendees rolled down the red carpet.
The romantic in me likes to think of the Met Ball as fashions equivalent to Christmas morning, just in case we’ve started to take fashion and life too seriously it comes along and reminds us that everything is better when its fun! It reminds us that of that little girl inside us playing dress-up in our mammy’s wardrobes with lipstick halfway up our cheek (and possibly up our nose), that that same little girl grew up to a rebellious or introvert teenager who wore what she wanted just because she liked it, but now that she’s all grown up she sometimes forgets about the fun in fashion, she’s stoped wearing what she wants and started wearing what she should! The costume gala at the met reminds us that its the sense of fun and adventure that makes fashion a passion and not just a necessity, so long as we are wearing something that makes us smile and makes us feel good, even if we look ridiculous (and believe me some of them do) that is what its all about.
The realist in me knows that i love the sense of joy and odd accomplishment i feel when Sarah Jessica Parker glides down the red carpet in an unforgettable ensemble that Carrie Bradshaw would be proud of and that i will still be talking about when next years gala comes around but that i also love when they get it spectacularly wrong!
I love it when the attendees really embrace a theme and for this reason Punk: Chaos to Couture was truly inspired. I loved the studs and the lace, the mohawks and the faux-hawks, I loved Anne Hathaways new peroxide quiff, damn it i even loved Nicole Richie!! But, when its all about Chaos to Couture how do we determine which punkette committed to the look the most?
This year the competition was stiffer than the faux-hawks and before you all put your twopence in in the comments i would like to start with a thank you to Sarah Jessica Parker for that inspired Philip Treacy mohawk, to Gisele Bundchen for punkin’ it out, to Miley Cyrus for seriously committing and sticking her finger in an electric socket (serious respect), to Nicole Richie for taking me to the dark side, a huge cheer for Anna Wintour for actually agreeing to share the same airspace as Kim Kardashian and to the Queen Of Punk, Vivienne Westwood for not smacking Billy Norwich when he snubbed her in her live interview for vogue.com, now that really would have been chaos in couture.
So now its your turn, who was the best and worst of this years Met Gala?
Oh one final note... Kim Kardashian, where are your hands?
Above Images via New York Magazine
