The Met Ball, Vogue’s annual fundraising gala has become one of the most highly anticipated
fashion events of the year. This year’s theme, Charles James: Beyond Fashion didn’t disappoint. Vogue editor-in-chief Anna Wintour looked to be reforming the event and increasing its exclusivity, raising ticket prices from their jaw-dropping $10,000 to a mad-making $25,000.
The event raises money for the Metropolitan Museum of Art’s Costume institution and marks the opening of the annual fashion exhibit. Of course what celebrities are wearing is at the forefront of magazines for weeks after the event and this year was no different. Winners of the evening included Emma Stone with her pretty in pink Thakoon two-piece and the never disappointing Jessica Alba in a gold Diane Von Furstenberg dress. The cast of Gossip Girl lived up to their Upper East Side reputation with Blake Lively’s custom-made Gucci gown (as if we needed to be anymore jealous of Mrs Blake Reynolds) and Leighton Meester’s plunging gold frock. But under the glitz and glamour is a latent Vogue reality. Anna Wintour has to approve all the clothing choices. Her dictatorship at the event garners a certain tone, I admit, but I can’t help but feel it undermines an expression of
Madonna didn’t attend this year’s Met Ball, posting on Instagram a picture of ‘what I wanted to wear to the Met Ball but Anna said ‘Not this year!’. Since, she has confirmed that it was a joke, and didn’t plan to wear the scantily clad number. But it poses the question of whether the Met Ball is trapped by the tightly regimented dress code which at all times, must have Wintour approval. We might secretly loved the best dressed and worst dressed columns in fashion magazines, and if we coupled that with real freedom of dressing – not under the guise of celebrity stylists – I’m sure we’d be in for a treat.
That said, I appreciate that Nuclear Wintour is trying to increase the exclusivity and tone of the event. In previous years celebrities have arrived looking less than covered up – to put it politely – and this does detract from other attendees’ outfit choices. But what I’m really wondering is how this year’s selection of Met Ball faux pas, made it past the Wintour interrogation? Solange, I’m
looking at you.