January Jones: Met Ball

I’m back from my trip to NY for the Met Ball and finally able to sit down and write a proper post! This year the Gala was all about the American woman and I was doing January Jones’—who was muse for the night of Stefano Pilati, designer and creative director of Yves Saint Laurent. What an incredible fashion house to inherit, what a legacy! Stefano’s vision was very much about the woman of tomorrow and January being so well known for playing Betty Draper, the quintessential American ’60s housewife, was thrilled.

Style.com got it!

So did Illamasqua (one of my favorite make up lines)

The dress was quite avant garde but this was fashion’s big night, right? Not the Emmy’s for God’s sake! Stefano wanted a tough, futuristic edge to her make up and hair, and January being totally fearless when it comes to fashion was all to happy to oblige. The result was somewhere between David Bowie and Pris from Blade Runner with a little bit of Victor and Rolf’s Spring 2010 runway thrown in for good measure.

What a brave, unconventional choice and I love her for taking it! I kept the make up from going too ’80s new wave by using one singular color shade, a gunmetal grey. Instead of shading, I kept the same intensity across the entire eye and up toward the hairline. The modernity came from using barely any other make up on the face with the exception of a little contouring and a nude lipstick.

My inspiration was clearly more runway for this look, which I have to say, was so refreshing. Experimentation is all to rare in these times of the ubiquitous Hollywood red carpet. What would happen today if Cher showed up to the Oscars in her barely there Bob Mackie head dress and all, and nobody could attack her on the interwebs? Isn’t Fashion meant to be radical, creative and oh yeah, fun? Isn’t it really just an adult version of dress up? Have the tabloid terrorists really taken all the fun out of it?

Who knows what people will be wearing 10 or 20 years from now? Suffice to say we’d all be shocked if we had a time machine. So many of the looks from the Spring runways felt like dreams of what’s to come. Who knows,  all I can say is that my version of the future looks bright.