What else could we possibly have to say on this sunny Tuesday morning?
As anyone with even a moderate interest in fashion can attest, the annual Met Ball has been known to induce the most severe case of FOMO since Woodstock. I, for one, have been hungrily tracking its attendees’ hits and misses and spectacular lapses in judgment (I really love you, Sophie Dahl) since middle school. And in my relatively brief years of observation, I’ve come to appreciate the magic that a particularly fantastical theme can inspire.
While I love Prada’s minimalism and the American woman’s quintessential grace, it’s always going to be McQueen and Anglomania and whatever Naomi Watts wears that stays with me long after the red carpet has been rolled up and Beyoncé has gone home. At its best, this warm May evening reminds me—one gasp-worthy silhouette at a time—how much there is to love in fashion. And despite Tom Brady’s Smurf-wear, Punk: Chaos to Couture was the Met at its best.
Say what you will about the irony of a cultural institution attempting to co-op the spirit of street music. Say what you will about Jonathan Tisch’s tie. I loved the netting and the Westwood and the frequent mention of urinals on the red carpet. I even loved Anne Hathaway, who eschewed too-timid side braids in favor of bleach and a pair of kitchen shears. Most of all, I loved Lauren Santo Domingo who put it best when she summarized her aesthetic for the evening with this recollection: “Layer and layer, and as I walked out the door, another layer.”
On the morning after a Punk-themed Ball, amid the deluge of press releases that remind us we can still “Get the Look,” only one important talking point remains: the outfits in 141 characters or more. And when we’re talking Chaos to Couture, identifying she who displayed the most authentic commitment to theme in piercing her damn septum trumps almost anything else–except, of course, the irreverence of, say, Anna Wintour who took punk to a metaphysical place in a bout of rebellion, which reflected and simultaneously deflected the dress-code of her own event.
Now, because in this day and age everyone with a keyboard is a critic, we urge all of you to flip through the slideshow above and share your two cents on last night’s looks (sorry, lewks) in the comments below.
To get the ball rolling, we’ll just say: cheers to Linda Evangelista for dressing like a fairy but bringing it back around with crimped hair, to Sarah Jessica Parker, or Carrie Bradshaw, rather, for throwing it back Thursday-style on a Monday night in enormous head contraption-formation and to Kim Kardashian for finally staking her Gala spot.
-Mattie Kahn, Leandra Medine. Images via New York Magazine