Back to the basics

To 2009, the year we went pantsless, I submit: a retro movie montage from your favourite Scientologist.

In the beginning, there was fire. It came from the apartment upstairs, some laundry dryer gone a bust. The people piled out in partial costume, smoking cigarettes and eating pizza on paper plates. Men with hoses rode on elevators and we climbed the stairs. It smelled like smoke, no bother. On goes the music, pour the first glass…

Then off come the pants. Just for the night, a Tom Cruise teenage tale. We’re outdoors near water, under the damp city smell. The torches warm the floor, where I dance in socks and underpants. The bunny jumps, the beat goes on, we move and shake. And like all the characters in nearby buildings, we pretend.

To the bar hopping, trick-or-treating participants, I say: play on.

Yours truly,
Risky Business

The bitch is back

Sans battering ex-boyfriend, Rhianni killed it at last night's MET Costume Ball in a blown out tuxedo by D&G. It was one of last night's few statement pieces, a disappointment considering the invitation reads costume, and the gala is one of the few red-carpet events where conservative style-rags won't attack over-the-top ensembles. Below, a few hits and misses:

Agyness Deyn and Twiggy, two generation's muses, finally together, in Burberry

Dull duo, considering Rose's Opera Gala ensemble and West's access to the LV closet

Madonna in a crazy-lady menopausal Louis Vuitton rendition of one of her 80's outfits
(*note: I'm pretty sure those are latex stripper boots) Leighton Meester wears one of the more costumey outfits at the costume ball, also courtesy of LV

That other girl from the CW, in a slutty prom dress, er, I mean, Versace