McQueen Savage Beauty: Met Exhibit and Gala

I'll be in NYC for a couple of weeks next month. Top of my to-do list: watch Normal Heart on Broadway and see the McQueen Savage Beauty exhibit at the Met. 

This Monday the beautiful people gathered to fete the exihibit. These pretties wore McQueen. They really show the breadth of the brand.

My non-McQueen Met Gala favorites

And my winner of the night.  Who knew a Mormon wife could look so haute? 

Best part: Her dress is Topshop.  Add a stop there to my NYC to-do list.

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Not going to be able to see the McQueen exhibit? 
You HAVE to watch this video about it.

McQueen Fit for a Queen...and a Prince Concert

I was devastated by McQueen's suicide.
Such a talent, such a loss.




When chatter started about Kate Middleton's wedding dress months ago, I hoped against hope that she would pick McQueen. To me, it seemed like the no-brainer choice for any fashion-forward British bride of means. Plus I knew that only a dress crafted by the hands of McQueen's right hand, Sara Burton, could possibly live up to all the hype.

Thankfully Kate made the right decision.
And I was right about The Dress not disappointing.

The glowing bride (and her sister) looked positively exquisite.





It was a fairytale come to life---minus the Brother's Grimm quality of McQueen's work. This was all light. No darkness.

I got weepy thinking that somewhere out there Kate not only had Diana looking out for her but she also had her fashion fairygodfather Lee, his mama and his Isabella watching with Anglo Saxan pride

Ironically on the day of the Royal Wedding, we spent the night with royalty too.




Mr. Diabolina and I




Met up with Mr. Saint and his soon to be bride




And headed to The Forum, LA's very own Buckingham Palace...of the hood.





To see THE Prince in concert.  Part of his long ass stint in LA.
If you haven't gone, go this weekend.   





And since Kate wore McQueen, I decided to do the same. Debuted my crazy Celtic leggings. Not really appropriate for any occasion EXCEPT Prince, right?

Remind me of Prince's assless jumpsuit getup on MTV in 1991.





Can you BEElieve that was 20 years ago?? 




McQueen lover Lady Gaga wasn't even in kindergarten yet.




And let me tell you Prince may be over 50 but that man is still fiiiiiiiiiine! And ugh can he move.

I can't explain what it is about that teeny tiny man wearing heels, sequin pants and a gold statement necklace...but per usual, he was bringing all the purple-clad vaginas---including mine---to their motherfucking knees.





Maybe it was all the AMAZE hits he sang, or the way he COCKed his hips. It was no thing but a chicken wing that he was wearing white leggings tucked into white Yeti boots!!!!

Made my McQueen/Valentino combo look like child's play.

What to Wear to a Janet Jackson Concert: Belle Noelle Hair Jewelry

The Scene
Reason 1,999,999 to love Mr. Diabolina: he surprises me with Janet Jackson tickets.

Reason 2,000,000 to love him: a couple of days before the concert, he manages to snag GREAT seats...that just happen to be right behind two of our closest friends...who bought their tickets months in advance...and are more than a little creeped out. I mean what are the odds????

Me thinks they were convinced I was stalking their friend who they actually DID buy tickets with: one Rupal. Yep, we not only randomly sat behind one of our favorite couples...we sat behind Mr. Ru himself. AT JANET JACKSON. I can die happy.

Everything about Ms. Jackson on stage was amaze: how she looked and sounded and moved. Closest thing to seeing Michael we have left. Tear.

She played it ALL---below is the set list. Felt like the soundtrack of the last 20 years of parties and nights out at da club. Took me waaaay back. Danced all night.

1.All For You

2.Together Again

3.Pleasure Principle

4.Control

5.What Have You Done For Me Lately

6.Feedback

7.You Want This

8.Alright

9.Miss You Much

10.Nasty

11. Come Back To Me

12.Let's Wait Awhile

13.Again

14.Love Will Never Do

15.When I Think Of You

16. I Get So Lonely

17.That's the Way Love Goes

18. If

19.Scream

20.Rhythm Nation

21.Diamonds

22.The Best Things In Life Are Free

23.Make Me

24.Together Again: Dedicated to Los Angeles

Fun, random, nostalgic night in LA.

The best part:  Katherine and Jermaine showed up before Janet took the stage and the crowd went bananas.  So I jokingly squealed, "If Blanket shows up, I'm going to lose my SHIT." 

Little did my loose bowels know that a) Blanket was in the house---he left in tears after Janet's touching tribute to Michael and 2) Rupaul overhead me and tweeted my funny the next morning!!!!!

Um, do you die? I did. Another life bucket list item...accomplished.

The Outfit

H&M tunic and jacket

American Apparel leggings

Tory Burch flats

Lee Angel bangles

Marc by Marc Jacobs zipper earrings

Vintage bag

The Grade

Pass

The Commentary

I've said this many times: dressing for concerts and sporting events isn't my forte. Something about the crowds and alternating between standing and sitting and walking to and from a parking lot...ugh...it all  throws me the fuck off.

At concerts, I also psych myself out and create too much pressure. Like somehow I'm going to get pulled on stage and have a Courtney Cox moment. Like I have to fit in exactly with the staging and what the artist is wearing. I'm insane.

Suffice to say, I'm not so crazy about this end result. Safe and boring. However, I do love the mixed prints.

First time wearing the jacket. Saved it for the perfect occasion. Bought it because it reminded me of McQueen Spring 2009.  Heart.

Black and white was the palette of the night on stage too.

Much like the last diva we saw at Universal: Gwen Stefani.

Added some 80s-rrific bangles that I nabbed for FREE thanks to Neiman Marcus' SCVNGR promotion.

Best part of the outfit: my hair clip/jewelry that I bought at Revolve. Love it in all it's over the top, gaudy, ferosh splendor.

It is one hundred percent signature Kim.

Felt very vegas show girl crossed with a genie in a bottle crossed with a stripper in cake.

With just the right hint of Janet circa Rhythm Nation

Worst part of the outfit: the flats.

Don't get me wrong. I looove these shoes. But I've officially become the kind of thirtysomething that can't survive concerts in heels. I've crossed over into comfort over fabulosity aka the nearing death zone.

A moment of silence for the fashionista formerly known as Diabolina ;)