I often refer to the Met Ball in my head as The Place Where Fug Madness Seedings Are Born, and this year was no exception. Wee begin with the fantastically, delightfully, hilariously addlepated ensemble of one Chloe Sevigny, who is back to being one of my very favorite people in the world.

Yes, she’s bedecked chiefly in hot pants and mirrors. If only she’d opted to look in one of them.

[Photo: Getty]