Another year, another Met Gala spent spying on celebrities via Instagram stories and judging their clothes like I’m the reincarnation of Miranda Priestly sent to rescue the fashion industry I’m not even part of. Ah, blogging.
This year’s theme seemed particularly difficult to stick to, so most attendees just straight up did not. Honoring the innovative designs of Rei Kawakubo (the visionary behind Comme Des Garçons and this understated number), the Met Gala sought to pay homage to probably the most subversive and avant-garde designer of our time. The problem with this of course is that celebrities have images to maintain, and arguably do not want photographic evidence of them wearing a peter pan-collared, human-enveloping black disk. No matter how wonderfully weird said black disk is.
So instead of judging the fashion, something which I’m neither qualified nor have the energy to do, I’m instead presenting some of my favourite lewks and on what occasion I would wear them.