A lot of people watch the Oscars and the Emmys to see what celebrities are wearing. To me, they’re a major bore fest, fashion-wise. Everyone walks the red carpet in a beautiful gown or a smart suit and they all look gorgeous. Usually the most dramatic thing we see is a woman wearing pants. The bravery! If you’re interested in seeing what a bunch of rich and famous people look like when they push the envelope just a tiny bit, while still staying in line with the wishes of their publicists, stylists, and managers, then the MET Gala is where it’s at.
The slightly more fashion-forward event was last night, and it did not disappoint. For me to deem any fashion situation a success, at least half of the outfits should be failures and a good portion should be massive failures. If no one is taking any risks, then there’s no point. The gala just narrowly slides into category of worthy fashion events.
One thing I love about it is that every year it has a different theme. I love a themed party. I would have a theme for every shindig I organize if I could—Charlie Chaplin baby showers, Prohibition Era New Year’s Eve parties, Tea Party tea parties. Sometimes I over commit. A zealous shrink might say it’s a way for me to bring joyful order to a situation. Well, that shrink should really keep it to herself, because it’s really just a whole lot of fun.
This year’s theme was “Manus x Machina: Fashion in an Age of Technology,” which meant we saw a lot of metallic, a healthy dash of glitter, and a few steel spikes. No one brought a mini-robot side kick though, so that was a real missed opportunity. If I’m ever invited to a futuristic dinner party and have a million dollars to spare (or someone else has a million dollars to spare for me), I will most certainly bring a robo-friend as my date. He’ll function as a mechanical purse and can hold my snacks and deodorant. Robots like that kind of thing.