Anna Wintour and the fashion gods blessed us all with last night's Met Gala theme—camp—and celebs came to slay, not play. We saw sparkles and feathers, fur and fringe, chandelier headdresses and gender-bending, second heads and third eyes, and six shirtless men in gilded pants carrying a winged Billy Porter down the pink carpet in a major Cleopatra-esque moment (his look lewk was actually a tribute to Diana Ross in Mahogany) that, it has to be said, would put Liz Taylor to shame.
The undisputed queen of the evening was Lady Gaga, who progressively revealed not one, not two, not three, but four magnificent Brandon Maxwell (Texas forever!) costumes in an entrance for the ages, which even thrilled the famously inscrutable Wintour to the point of exclamation: When asked how anyone could top Gaga's extraordinary arrival, the EIC reportedly replied, "They can't!"
Still, others had strong showings, including one of Houston's own: Lizzo, the rapper, singer, and flautist who released her third studio album, Cuz I Love You, to rave reviews last month.
The 31-year-old performer born Melissa Jefferson—whose family moved from Minneapolis to Houston when she was 9—began her career in Alief, a known incubator for musical talent (the region also produced Tobe Nwigwe and Maxo Kream, among others). Lizzo has been active in the industry since her teenage years, but she's blown up on the national stage recently thanks to her first Coachella performance last month, viral Instagram success, and profiles in major outlets like New York Magazine. And, after last night, she can cross "nailing Met Gala debut" off her checklist.
The lady arrived in show-stopping, custom Marc Jacobs looking like the baddest flamingo queen on the whole damn planet with a baby pink, crystal-embellished, empire-waist, silk gown (complete with floor-length, hot pink belted sash and a very necessary thigh-high slit), an out-of-control-in-the-absolute-best-way-possible pink feathered cape, and neon fuchsia wig to end all wigs.
"I feel very sexy, glamorous, expensive, and beautiful, bitch," she told Vogue.
And to that Gray Lady, the New York Times, she announced: "A silk dress that fits my breasts like butter. Pink hair don't care. And diamonds."
Lizzo's look was consistently, if not universally, praised in the morning-after echo chamber of hot takes—a rare, unifying red carpet moment. And just when we thought we couldn't possibly worship her more, she goes and wears the whole outrageous ensemble to the airport. A full mood. We're so proud to claim her.