Emblazoned on the cover of WWD today is a picture of Katy Perry wearing a chiffon puffy confection at the Met Ball last night. I had to look more closely to see what exactly was going on with that dress, and of course by now we all know that it was covered in LED lights. Sigh. More over-the-top kookiness from Katy, who doesn’t seem to care that after every event, she ends up on multiple worst-dressed lists.
After studying the looks at the Met Ball last night and thinking about the past few boring red carpets, I’ve decided that Katy’s chutzpah is refreshing. Are her choices tacky and would I wear them? Mostly and probably not. But she hits every red carpet with a firm sense of who she is and is consistent in her fashion choices, never mind what we all think of her taste level.
So many red carpets bring us starlets in Marchesa, Valentino, Elie Saab, more Marchesa. Pretty and flattering, but not surprising or the least bit interesting. Safe. Then there are celebrities like Tina Fey and Kristen Stewart who seem completely intimidated and confused by fashion; both have admitted as much. It’s hard to watch them standing there sometimes. Women who often get it right, with taste, a sense of humor, and personal style, like Chloe Sevigny and the Olsens, are frequently criticized in the mainstream media.
Fashion is about personal expression, an image, and for those of us who watch it, entertainment. I live for the moments when fashion makes me gasp. If this sometimes manifests as a swan dress or an electric frock, bring it on. Kudos, Katy.