And then we have this little scrumptious expose to gnaw our teeties on courtesy of Mr Christopher London of christopherlondonblog who had this to say in his cryptic but nevertheless entertaining dissertation- The Met Costume Institute Ball: “Let them eat cake.”
The annual gathering of the uber-fashionable elite, at what has been called ‘The Oscars of the East Coast’, in the media capital of the world, New York City has turned the once fabled Museum of Art, already labeled a relative ‘Rogue’s Gallery’ into a den of narcissism for the already over glorified and media obsessed charlatans of American “culture.” We may some day remember this period in American history as the one where the gluttonous, but nevertheless thin, gathered in the media capital of the world to dine then binge and purge on numerous servings of flash bulbs, praise and air kisses as they fawned over each other’s greatness. Yes on Monday night, the “Let them Eat Cake” crowd gathered at the storied Met Museum and the only thing missing was Marie Antoinette blowing air kisses from the top steps of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, styled in Alexander McQueen or more appropriately Chanel crowing to the fashionably subservient “let them eat cake” before entering to worship at the proverbial Golden Calf.
Kids- one day, when I too make it as a celebrity or a sufficiently bribed journalist or ass kisser (whichever comes first) I will proudly take my place amongst the appropriate elite of the east coast, spill my dirty martini on the floor whilst air kissing Anna Wintour with my pursed lips and just as the camera man’s flash bulb is about to capture that moment where my lips careen with the air space surrounding Anna Wintour’s cheeks I will think this sudden thought: ” Only in America can someone be so fake and yet so happy and loaded on Kool Aid.”
The media may now kiss the adulterated…