This time last year I was watching the Grammy Awards with my roommate, a sharp and talented fashion business major. We disagreed on every look, and when the red carpet coverage came to a close, she threw up her hands and said, “Taylor, it’s not about what you like, it’s about the fashion!”
Best dressed lists are a typical type of coverage. They’re expected, self-explanatory and I genuinely enjoy compiling them. But, I’ve realized that my lists are problematic. I do my readers no service by excluding looks that had major impact simply because I didn’t like them. You can dislike something and still have respect for it. I dislike four of the nine looks on this list, but I have a huge amount of respect for the artistry. I would never in my life wear a top so high cut that it had to be taped across my nipples, but I don’t deny that my eyes danced at sight of Lady Gaga, draped in leather like the rockstars of old.
I stopped asking, “Why does this deserve to be here?” As a result, the lists became longer, repetitive and full of holes—like so much of the mainstream media. That is not why I started this blog. I ask you to grow with me in this as I work to develop this platform into a body of work worthy of your subscription. I also implore you to join the conversation, so that my editorial decisions may be better influenced by what made you feel something and less by our human tendency to conform.
Solange Knowles in Gucci
Rihanna in Armani Privé and Chopard jewelry
Lady Gaga in custom Chrome Hearts and Vex Clothing shoes
Carrie Underwood in Elie Madi
Paris Jackson in Balmain
Camila Cabello in Miri Couture
Adele in Givenchy Haute Couture
Nick Jonas in Balmain
Beyoncé in custom Peter Dundas