Welcome back to No Filter, land of milk and honey and selfies of Laura Jane Grace. This week, No Filter witnessed one of my favorite holidays of all time, the Met Gala. For one beautiful night, very rich and famous celebrities gather in one place to be photographed wearing ostentatious outfits; the more ridiculous the better. For posterity, here is my favorite context-free unrelated tabloid headline of the week:
Sarah Paulson is all of us, trying to figure out Madonna’s outfit.
Janelle Monáe and her heavily feathered collar situation made me weep actual tears.
Stella Maxwell (who looks like this) wore some string and called it a night. She didn’t walk the red carpet with Kristen Stewart, which seems like a real missed opportunity because that’s where their romance allegedly sparked last year.
FUCK ME UP, EVAN RACHEL WOOD.
Brittani Nichols’ Met Gala style is consistently second to none.
Who left that lipstick mark on hungover Cara Delevingne’s scalp? In my imagination that’s Janelle Monáe’s shade.
Samira Wiley is still out there, being totally adorable, ruining my life with every passing episode of The Handmaid’s Tale.
El Sanchez just learned about Cracker Barrel I guess, and it seems to have been a transformative experience.
Thought we’d end things with the tender gaze of this baby goat.
Join us next week, when we cut to me reacting to Sarah Paulson reacting to Madonna reacting to herself.