I’ll never be a guest at the Met Gala, but every year I watched faithfully to see what everyone wore on the red carpet for the up-until-now annual event that took place on the first Monday of May. Like most things this spring, and probably most of the summer, the Met Gala was canceled due to our current state of affairs. That meant we missed out on fashion’s most important night (yes, the Met Gala gorgeously beats out the Oscars and every other red carpet night).
There was some sort of online hashtag challenge this year to dress up and post pics online but I didn’t quite care enough to look into it with any seriousness. Instead, I pulled this canary ruff out of the attic closet and propped it up behind a head of hair that I left unruly and spiky in avant garde honor. I needed something sunny and bright, something equal parts Big Bird and Phyllis Diller and Lemon Party. Those who attempt to create beauty, even when they fail, are bound to something gorgeously noble.
