Met Costume Gala



Iman and the Thin White Duke, take that Bobby Deniro!(image via style)

Whither The Met Gala (Otherwise known as "The Oscars of the east Coast")? And, second question: What the Fuck were Jason Binn and Chris Klein doing there? Debra messing was there, in a Jacko glove. There was Andre Balasz, looking oily as ever; Eric Wilson of the Gray Lady begins, thusly:

"Early yesterday afternoon, a peahen — a female peacock — escaped from a 20-foot-high gilded bird cage that had been constructed inside the main entrance of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, causing a brief stir as organizers of the annual Costume Institute gala clumsily chased her about the Great Hall. The bird, an indentured guest with pristine white feathers, seemed to be setting a tone for the untamed evening that was to come."

John Mayer, the hungry man's Johnny Depp (Exaggerated cough suggesting feigned detachment), was there. As was Cameron Diaz, who -- although we are loathe to admit it -- looked surprisingly fucky. And from Style.com, the final word:

"During cocktail hour in the Carroll and Milton Petrie Sculpture Court, Kirsten Dunst, in vintage YSL, smooched her new paramour, Johnny Borrell of Razorlight; Julianne Moore and Stefano Pilati exchanged hugs with Salma Hayek and François-Henri Pinault; and Tom Ford mussed Jack McCollough's new mod 'do. Watching from the sidelines, actress and rock 'n' roller Juliette Lewis admitted to being a tad shy. 'I'm a bit of an outsider at these things,' she said. 'Especially because I've been living on a bus for the past six months with my band, The Licks, but Tommy Hilfiger asked me to come and it's nice to dress up once in a while.'

"Four trumpeters gave the universal signal for 'make your way to dinner,' and soon the fashion flock was on the move again. Inside the Engelhart Court, the walls and oversize lanterns were decorated in lavish Poiret style. 'This is one of the best years for the gala,' said Vogue's André Leon Talley, in a signature cape, with Renée Zellweger at his side. 'It's so relaxed. Everyone is at ease.' While waiters rushed to pass out the Poiret-rose-shaped salmon appetizers, the actress mused about Talley, her personal king of fashion for the evening: 'He's holding court, I'm just a loyal subject. All I saw was miles and miles of fabric and then him. Of course it was him.'"

Count Blacula, himself. The full Style.com assessment: Style