Met Costume Gala

Every year, the most glamorous NY event is, without a doubt, the Metropolitan Museum of Art's Costume Gala. It brings out the cream of the crop of Hollywood elite and the big names on the roster of urban elite. Last night's gala was no exception... (Though some garments were questionable in taste and logic.)

NEW YORK — L.A. might have the Oscars, but Manhattan's social event of the season is the annual Metropolitan Museum's Costume Institute gala, which draws bold-faced, glammed-up names from both coasts and across the pond. This year's theme? Superheroes, a fitting one given the massive box-office hit that was Iron Man, and the upcoming flicks The Dark Knight, featuring the Caped Crusader, and The Incredible Hulk. Designer Giorgio Armani served as this year's honorary chair, while George Clooney, Julia Roberts and Vogue editor Anna Wintour chaired the benefit extravaganza. [usa today]

Maggie Gyllenhal looking worse for wear, in a Coal Miner's Daughter getup. Oof. Someone fire her stylist.

Tee hee. She's made of wax. This get-up may evoke 40s glamour, but it also screams Leona Helmsley.

Near wardrobe malfunction ensues when Giselle almost reveals her boob to the salivating paps.

Oh, seriously? Seriously? For such a pretty girl, she does herself no justice. She has serious, consistent, fashion issues.


Flawless. Just gaw-geous. Where's skeletor?


Julie looking a bit boring and haggard.


Dear Lord. Who told her to put on the blue shoes? And could that dress be any 'oranger'?

Not loving the hair, but the gown is delish.


Oh, really now? Really? Someone forgot the order of dressing. Corset 1st. Dress last.

Nauseating. Where's the pepto?

Fergie has decided to change her stage name to "Morticia."



Argh. Is this witch still hanging around?