The New York Metropolitan Museum of Art’s annual Gala was held this past week with the most interesting part of it always being the red carpet procession in to the event. Hollywood royalty, designers, models, members of the fashion media and who knows who else with a pedigree, convened to enjoy a night, that Gwyneth Paltrow described as ‘…boiling, unfun, and crowded’ and one she firmly stated that– ‘she is never going to again.’
Wow. Guess you and I didn’t miss much, what with our invitations apparently being lost in the mail…
All that aside, the theme if you haven’t heard already, was “Punk: Chaos to Couture.” If you ask me, this year’s theme had great potential to be a serious fashion disaster for the attendees. And it was.
I do think this gala had the ugliest red carpet looks of any to date. Problem is, punk isn’t necessary attractive and trying to make oneself look beautiful, photogenic, stylish, sexy and high fashion with that as the theme–well, it’s pretty tough without turning to Alexander Mc Queen for some help. It’s ironic Anna Wintour as the grand dame of the evening, completely wimped out. She wore a flowered pink Chanel couture gown, saying that she represented the punk theme via the hot pink flowers in the dress ‘because hot pink was a big color in the punk world.’ Is she serious? Omg. That woman. She is a nutter.
Of course you’ve heard how dreadful Kim Kardashian looked in her Givenchy. She looked like the flowered bolts of fabric I used to see (and rejected) in the ’70′s at JoAnn Fabric with my mom when we’d go to select material for the school dresses she made me. I’m not even going to waste my time nominating her.
There were so, so many hideous dresses that night, I just don’t even know where to start. And I won’t. And wouldn’t you know, Gwyneth, our one sure bet, the one girl on the red carpet we can usually always count on for a pleasurable sigh when we see what she’s wearing, looked dowdy in that boring, boxy gown by Valentino. (Go to her blog www.goop.com to see her saga of ‘the dress.’) Anyway, even she let us down.
So because I have no idea where to start, I will just present simply, the best and worst dressed for the night:
Worst dressed for the night goes to the Beyonce, Honorary Chairperson of the event. Her Givenchy gown looked like draperies for a mob wife’s gaudy house. The gold, yellow and orange (???) baroque pattern smattered on her dress, boots and gloves were so far from Sid Vicious it was non sensical. I can end this right now by saying it was a non-punk, ugly dress on a beautiful woman.
The Best Dressed award enthusiastically goes to Sarah Jessica Parker whose ensemble was as close to the intent of the evening as you could get without looking like a complete nit wit. A gorgeous Mohawk headpiece by Phillip Treacy, perfectly punk-inspired Giles Deacon gown, Louboutin plaid boots (a nod Parker said, to the plaid and flannel look of that era) jewels by Fred Leighton and ‘old junk she had around the house’ made her a feast for the eyes. Sarah gets a lot of heat about not being a classic beauty but your Hip Reporter thinks otherwise–she uses all she has to sublime effect. She is made for couture–it’s often attitude, not just delicate, symmetrical looks–that make a woman a stunner in a couture gown. Her appropriate risk-taking in this instance made her memorable and the fashion star of the night.
Other hit and miss looks from the Gala, follow. Be careful some of these get-ups might burn your corneas.