Seriously. I am so confused.
It was like everyone dressed as a parody of themselves attending high school prom.
Which, if you're into that whole hideous irony thing, I guess you #nailedit.
The only explanation I can assume is that every celebrity invited suddenly had a last minute identity crisis due to, I don't know, the state of the economy or the end of Breaking Bad or the fact that they were likely beat in the box office this season by an animated singing snowman, and thus consequently reverted to their 17-year-old sartorial self.
I mean, what else would make Drew Barrymore swathe herself in something even a Disney princess would find disturbing?
Or maybe I'm missing something?
Maybe irony has so completely overtaken fashion that the long-lost notion of "looking good" or "beauty" has completely inverted itself into ... this.
Or maybe this is some sort of mind game initiated by the celebrity stylists? Maybe this is their attempt to alienate society, and to convince them, once and for all, that they know nothing about fashion, and that their grassroots attempts at home-grown fashion blogs and styling ventures are all in vain, because in the end, they will never have the eye to appreciate this:
Damn you, Rachel Zoe.
It's just - in my eyes, I feel like this wasn't even the good kind of bad.
It wasn't like the, plaid shirt around waist, part-grunge,saggy sort of bad that has completely permeated society as of late and to which I've grown quite accustom.
Instead, it was this sort of bad that viscerally aches of an attempt at good.
Not the "it's so bad it's good" kind of bad,
but the "it's so bad that I literally don't understand if I'm entirely missing the point or making fun of an over-eager and honestly naive victim" kind of bad that seriously confuses my senses.
I mean, really Refinery 29?
One of last night's "most gorgeous gowns"?
I'm obviously missing something.