Just when I felt a lull in creative and artistic inspiration, along came Tom Ford returning as an honorary co-chair for this year’s Met Gala, and suddenly the pump is primed and the juices are flowing again. Fresh off his Rose collection (I won’t say which one I indulged in just yet as it was recently yanked from the shelves – shhhhh!) I wasn’t sure what hat-trick he’d pull next, but if his gorgeous touch is involved in this year’s gala, it will be dramatic and darkly beautiful.
After the traumatic disappointment of this year’s Oscar ceremony, I’m foolishly counting on the Met Gala to bring a bit of decadent over-the-top frivolity back into the world, even if it’s just for one night, even if it’s absolutely ridiculous and nothing more than an excuse to show off questionable fashion. I am desperate for that kind of nonsense, and will do nothing but ogle and ohh and ahh at whatever looks we get that night. The dress code is reportedly ‘gilded glamour’ which, considering my obsession with ‘The Gilded Age’, sounds like a tailor-made delight.
