Elegant vs Eccentric at the Met
Here's a hint. Elegant always wins, hands-down, every time.
So I'm just back from a trip to Seattle, and am still trying to figure out what time of day it is (bear with me, I'll get there). While I was away, the fashion industry hosted its biggest night out. The Met Gala is the year's official opening of the annual Metropolitan Museum of Art's Costume Institute Exhibit. This year, the exhibit is dedicated to Charles James, known as America's First Couturier. Above is a photograph, taken by Cecil Beaton for Vogue in 1948, that perhaps best sums-up Charles James, The Designer.
Let's start with a brief look at who decided to embrace the theme and totally nailed it. I hereby raise a glass of virtual champagne and am in the process of making noisy air kisses all over my laptop screen for the amount sartorial game shown here.
Lovely, yes? I want to rip that bright chartreuse dress right off of Ivanka Trump and Gollum-scamper back to my house, where I will put it on and wear it while I dine with my cardboard cutout of Tom Hiddleston circa that Jaguar commercial where he recites Richard II.
Did I just say that out loud?
Let's have a look at those who I really wanted to slap for their insouciance before I sent them home to change.
The Met Ball. Leave the sheer, midriff-baring, gilded pants-suit-sporting, beaded-whatever-the-f-that-is thing at home. Agree or disagree? Discuss.