I really don’t understand the hype about Stella McCartney’s crew at last night’s Met Costume Institute Gala. Liv Tyler, Kate Hudson and Kate Bosworth, including the designer herself, all wore what many critics claim to be “glamorous” and “stunning” McCartney pieces. Well, I hate to break it to the fashion world, but there is nothing glamorous or stunning about funerals, $30 prom dresses, hanky panky jumpsuits or your dead grandmother’s closet:
Probably the best of the bunch, Kate Bosworth looks like she is bound for a 1920’s themed funeral with that full length black dress and sheer paneling. Just throw on a big black sun-hat and move over Angelina Jolie, Bosworth is ready to steal your role in Changeling.
In digression, Kate Hudson looks frighteningly like the girl who went with the disco ball to my senior prom. The golden shimmer is nauseating and the halterneck dress, well, I owned a dress like that 3 years ago.
Moving further down the totem pole is miss Stella herself. I’m all for jumpsuits, but when you’re wearing what appears to be an envelope of lacy underwear, that’s where I draw the line. And besides, is this even formal enough for a Met Gala?
And taking the prize for the McCartney crew reject is Liv Tyler, wearing a sparkly blue gown that I swear I saw for free at The Salvation Army. The sleeves, front pleat, sparkles and waist high slit make for a sleazier version of a a grandma gown.
Thanks Catwalk Queen!
Dior, Not War.
