In the most simplest terms, the annual Met Gala, which takes place tonight, is a prom for famous people, and the theme for its 71st iteration revolves around the word “camp.” And not the kind of camp with s’mores and bear attacks. The “camp” they’re looking for is over-the-top and theatrical which should come naturally to most celebrities since they spend the majority of their lives being over-the-top and theatrical. In a surprising twist, though, some celebrities are freaking out with trying to get the theme 100% correct as to avoid the judgmental gaze of Medusa’s sister Anna Wintour, who probably can’t wait to turn those that fail her challenge into stone with her timeless Resting Bitch Face of Death.
Page Six goes into full detail about how some celebrities are stressing out while others are all kinds of “meh” about it.
This year’s theme is “Camp: Notes on Fashion.” In her 1966 book, “Notes on Camp,” author Susan Sontag described “camp” as “the metaphor of life as theater,” which sounds like an obvious fit for the Anna Wintour-hosted fashion parade. In recent years, you’ve had Rihanna dressed in papal garb, Katy Perry in 7-foot-high angel wings and Kanye West in ice-blue contacts meant to make him look like a cyborg.
I can see right now that people are going to overthink the hell out of this year’s theme and end up arriving in clown make-up, tutus, and halter tops thinking they’ve hit the nail right on the head. Because every year, no matter what the theme is, everyone comes in looking like futuristic drag queens attending their twenty-year reunion at Orbit City High School. In other words, there’s about to be eye rolls galore.
“I know some A-listers who regularly attend were unhappy with the looks designers were pitching them,” said one fashion insider. “The idea of ‘camp’ is out of their grasp. One major hairstylist to an A-list actress told me, ‘She’s freaking out because she just wants to look pretty.’ ”
According to one veteran fashionista, there’s a fear of offending Wintour: “You get to the top of the stairs [at the Metropolitan Museum of Art] and . . . if she isn’t smiling, your dress sucks.”
This is going to be a feast full of fuckery and I am 100% here for all of it! Though, I always wonder what really goes on after the red carpet arrival? I just imagine them all sitting around and blinking at each other in Morse code since none of them can speak in their tight ass ensembles.