So, the VMAs happened last night. Usually a sartorially offensive display of second-skin pseudo gowns, mini dresses, and cutout-laden fare, the awards last night were, well, pretty damn chic. Sure, there were still a number of seriously questionable ensembles, but the megawatt stars (and/or their stylists) took some high fashion risks that pleasantly surprised this skeptical, if not jaded, viewer. And honestly, those boring old Academy Awards had better step up their game, because the Oscars’ safe, stale, paid-for outfits paled in comparison to the symphony of unapologetic individuality that radiated from the VMAs’ red carpet and stage.
So what, exactly, made this year’s ceremony so memorable? (From a fashion standpoint, that is. I’m not a music critic and I won’t pretend to be.) First off, I was particularly impressed by the different poles of fashion that were represented. Clearly, stylists were paying attention at the Fall 2016 Haute Couture shows in July, because a handful of looks, namely Beyoncé’s Francesco Scognamiglio gown, which she wore to make her entrance with equally decked-out daughter, Blue Ivy (not to mention, the dressed-to-the-nines pair recalled Elie Saab’s Fall 2016 Couture twinning moment), and Rihanna’s Alexandre Vauthier gown, in which she closed the show, were right off (or, at the very least, were iterations of what we saw on) the Paris runways.