Last night’s dinner at The Met Gala must certainly have had more taste, ahem, than the sartorial cacophony that was on the pink carpet. With all the bedazzled splendor, was the setting and fare up to snuff?
It was nice, I actually liked it, but not for this event.
The table settings were more reminiscent of 1970’s Palm Beach than Ziggy Stardust. The chairs cushions look shockingly like tedious Lilly Pulitzer remnants. The Bamboo flatware is classic, not camp, and the flowery Lenox china is fun, but in certain enclaves has always been considered good taste. The napkins embroidered with pink Flamingos, how amusing! (not). Better to have them embroidered with “Divine” from the film Pink Flamingos ! I did not see any element of imagination or of real interest. Maybe that’s bcause I have spent a lot of time in Florida.
I would have been more impressed with a Tom Ford-esque interpretation of the television show Playboy After Dark, c. 1969, all black and white and gold.
Oh! How about Bob Fosse’s sharp scene in the film Sweet Charity, “The Rich Man’s Frug”? That could have set a new highwater mark. So stylized… so modern… so camp! And let’s be perfectly honest, The Met Ball is already the epitome of a rich man’s frug anyway! So ironic!
Not let’s talk about the creatively conjured up colorful menu: Filet of Beef with Beet Horseradish Crema accompanied by Tomato Rye Tartlets, Haricot adorned with Edible Orange Flowers, and an array of Rainbow Carrots.
Really? Now I know it is not an evening all about the food, but, does it have to be so uninspired? This is nothing more than a fancy Dallas wedding dinner.
I would have served Chicken Fried Confit of Duck on a bed Forbidden Black Rice Risotto under an Edible Sheet of Real Gold, sprinkled with Red Rose Petals. Talk about camp!
The night ended with silver trays being passed with… Flamingo Shaped and Iced Sugar Cookies. Oh goody. I think I had those at my eleventh birthday party.
It could have well been six-inch high, three-dimensional chocolate renditions of Anna Wintour’s head, with sugar-worked removable sunglasses, and a cartoon speech bubble (ala Lichtenstein) reading “Thanks for coming!” THAT would have been all over Instagram this morning!
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