Met Gala Diaries: A Stylist’s Survival Story

Letter 006

It is the first Monday in May, and it is raining. GOD. DAMMIT.

Normally, this would be one of those uncontrollable mini annoyances that make traffic to the museum steps just a wee bit worse, and hair on the carpet a fraction frizzier, but ultimately rolls off of our broken and battered backs. This, however, is not a normal Met… In a few hours, we will be…