I hope everyone had a lovely Met Gala—because Anok Yai just lapped the entire carpet. Again.
Let’s start with the obvious: the look. A Thom Browne original. Equal parts sculpture, silhouette, and suit-inspired sorcery. The black brocade bodice? Snatched. The jacket sleeves, casually tied at her hip like she just invented how suiting works? Genius. The fanning white hem that flirted with ballgown territory? Chef’s kiss.
This wasn’t just tailoring—it was tailoring with a PhD and an art minor.
The theme this year, “Superfine: Tailoring Black Style,” called for intentionality. Precision. Presence. And Anok didn’t just check the boxes—she embroidered them in gold thread and added a holographic blush highlight, just because she could.
Yes, the blush deserves its own paragraph.
Anok’s glam team clearly understood the assignment—and then set it on fire and rewrote it in rhinestones. Her blush was so glowy, so ethereal, it might’ve been AI-generated if we didn’t see it IRL. It caught the light like a gossip-worthy secret and settled on her cheekbones like shimmered poetry.
It gave “classic beauty” a flirty, intergalactic update. And no, I will not be moving on from it any time soon. In fact, I’ll be referencing this blush when I’m 85 and teaching my grandkids the difference between dewy and divine.
Let’s not forget—last year, Anok also turned the carpet into her runway-slash-galactic cathedral with that Swarovski masterpiece. A literal constellation of crystals (over 98,000, for those counting) airbrushed onto a sheer corset gown, veil, gloves, and body. She did not come to play in 2024, and yet… someway, somehow, she just outdid herself.
So what does one wear after becoming a sentient crystal goddess the year prior?
Apparently, you wear a deconstructed suit-gown hybrid with celestial blush and make everyone rethink what “tailored” even means.
And you serve. Quietly. Elegantly. Unbothered. Like time bends in your favor and cameras only exist to catch your glow.
Anok Yai is not just dressing for the theme—she is the theme. Or, more accurately, she’s the thesis statement at the end of it.