After all the fêting that was unleashed at Monday night’s Met Gala, clearly the only thing to do was to fête some more. Afterparties sprang up all across the city, in locales as varied as The Mark—the posh hotel across from the Met, where Solange is lamping above—and semi-random clubs like Up&Down, which is right in the mix of things on 14th Street. It’s slightly amusing to think of all those celebs piling up on the dirty sidewalk near, like, crappy bodegas and 24-hour pizza spots. Stars… they’re just like us.
The best part about the afterparties is that it afforded everyone a chance to change their clothes, about which I shall now opine.
Allison Williams switched out of her princess frock and into this two-piecer—which, from this angle, looks like laser-cut leather. I am not mad at it, but I am mad at the choice of footwear because holy god, must everything she wears look like she is either going to a deb ball or a board meeting? Black t-straps? Come on! Ansel Elgort is the anti-Allison Williams, or at least he would like you to think so by his loose, unbuttoned, prep-school cool-guy vibe. Vans and a tuxedo! Bet he wore the same thing to senior prom.
Jessica Alba, here with Opening Ceremony/Kenzo designer Humberto Leon, is neither offending nor blowing me away with that frock, although it is lovely and she looks great like always. Something about it just says brunch, though. Jourdan Dunn, on the other hand (the queen), let down her braids and switched into what appears to be a badass smoking jacket/dress combo, and is the literal embodiment of flames. She means business, and that business is to party.
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