Alright, so the Met Gala 2024 circus rolled through, and guess who I was really keeping tabs on? Janelle Monáe. Always. She ain’t one of those who just slaps on a fancy dress and calls it a night. Nah, man. With her, it’s a whole damn show.
I remember the first blurry photos started popping up online. My phone starts buzzing like crazy. I didn’t just flick past ’em. I actually had to stop what I was doing. That’s the Monáe pull, you know? You gotta really peer into it. It’s never just what you see at first glance. This year? Same old story, in a good way. I saw one thing, then a second later, it’s something else. That’s her signature move.
My Little Ritual – Yeah, I Get Deep Into It
Look, for me, the Met Gala, especially when it comes to folks like Janelle, it’s not just mindless scrolling. It turns into this little personal mission. I’m talking about opening a dozen tabs. I hunt down videos, not just those lame static pictures. ‘Cause with her, there’s always some kind of action, a reveal, some trick you’ll miss if you only see a snapshot. I even bother to find out who the designer is, what garbage “concept” they were trying to sell. Sometimes it’s just pure fluff, but other times, you go, ‘Aha!’
- First pass: What’s the general shock and awe?
- Then, the nitty-gritty: Get the magnifying glass out for the fabric, the bits and bobs, the hair, the paint job. It’s all supposed to mean something, right? Or they just want us to think it does.
- The theme game: “Sleeping Beauties: Reawakening Fashion.” Right. So, how’s her gear connecting to that? Or is she just flipping the bird to the theme and doing her own magnificent thing? Usually a bit of both.
This 2024 getup, with all that shiny, water-like stuff… it was something else. I saw that first, almost robotic, structured bit. Looked like something out of a sci-fi flick. And then, bam, the way it shifted or how another part of it came into play. Very liquid, which, with all the talk about water and pearls I was seeing, kinda fit. But it wasn’t just ‘ooh, pretty.’ It had bite. Always does.
Why do I even bother with all this detective work? It’s not like anyone’s paying me for my two cents, ha! It’s just… I’ve been watching this parade for ages. And I’ve seen fashion, and then I’ve seen Janelle Monáe turn up at the Met. It’s a whole other league. It’s a goddamn performance. It’s supposed to make you talk. And I got sick of the shallow “OMG, slay!” comments. Dig deeper, people!
It’s like that one time my internet kept dying. I didn’t just call the useless helpline. I went down the rabbit hole. Reset the router about fifty times, fiddled with cables, read ancient forum posts from guys who probably live in their basements. I wanted to understand the damn problem. It’s the same vibe with this. I want to get the layers, the thinking behind it. Or at least, my version of what the thinking was.
So yeah, for 2024, Janelle just kept on proving she’s one of the smartest, ballsiest people to walk that carpet. It wasn’t just clothes; it was a whole experience she was dishing out. And that’s why I’ll be here next year, doing the same over-analysis. You kinda have to with her. She actually uses her brain. And in this world of throwaway trends and zero substance, that’s worth something, ain’t it?
