On Tuesday, September 13th, the Met Gala was held in New York City. This annual charity event is a place where the rich and famous flaunt neve- before -een outfits in front of hungry paparazzi clusters. Now I am in no way, shape, or form a fashion expert, but I feel totally lost when it comes to interpreting celebrity fashion sense. Take Kim K’s attire from last night – what exactly is going on here? I get that the Balenciaga brand has a name for itself, but she looks like a BDSM-inspired blue man group member mixed with a dash of Taliban. Sure it makes for an edgy picture, but where’s the functionality when you need to talk/see your fellow attendees.
Other standouts from the Gala include Dan Levy, the Schitt’s Creek star who donned a puffed-up globe-inspired suit, as well as U.S. representative Alexandria Ocasio Cortez, who wore a dress displaying the words “Tax the Rich,” to an event costing $30,000 a ticket. And how could we forget J-Lo, who was rocking a dress/hat combo straight out of Red Dead Redemption.
I feel like wearing a crazy one-of-a-kind designer suit to an event like the Met Gala is sort of like wearing a painting. It’s certainly interesting to look at for a few seconds, but then we start to wonder what the point is. At least a painting can be hung up and appreciated over time, whereas most of these outfits are worn once and never seen again.
Not to totally trash on celebs or anything, but events like the Met Gala are 100% just a chance for those with an abundance of cash to play dress-up with one another. I get it, some things are hard to grow out of. If I’m allowed to play Mario Cart and eat Fruit Loops, then why shouldn’t high society be allowed to have their own fun? I can only hope that one day the Met Gala decides to collaborate with New York City Comic-Con, and we get to see Lady Gaga dressed as Pikachu or Justin Bieber rocking some Lord of the Rings elf ears.