#loewe met gala after party

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Since the DJ at Loewe's Met Gala after-party shared a video of Kylie Minogue dancing with Andrew, and Jonathan Bailey that is getting a lot of attention without context, I thought it was time to do an updated Andrew Scott: massive Kylie fan post. *

chloecailleta May 2024, NYC moment 💗 huge thank you to dualipa and loewe for making me part of the music of your Met after parties... and let’s not forget queen -kylieminogue special performance when I dropped her record 🤭Always love playing in my hometown

December 2023: Long time Kylie Minogue fanboy Andrew Scott, living his best life at An Audience With Kylie at the Royal Albert Hall in central London. gif by @shegottosayit (x)

My dad came in and was like "Is that your heartthrob?" And I was like "…………..yeah!!"

gifs by @dynamics-of-an-asteroid (x)

(x) updated to add, thanks @dynamics-of-an-asteroid!

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Zendaya

at the 2024 Met Gala Afterparty hosted by Loewe

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Met Gala After Party

Zendaya | Loewe ensemble

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ZENDAYA in LOEWE, photographed at the MET GALA AFTER-PARTY hosted by JONATHAN ANDERSON (2024)

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Jonathan Bailey with Kylie Minogue and Andrew Scott at the Met Gala Loewe After Party [x]

[rosewaterandivy]

Cathedrals

Summary: In the cathedrals of New York and Rome / There is a feeling that you should just go home

Pairing: past s.h. x f!oc

W.C.: 1.8k

Warnings: angst, rich people being, you guessed it, rich, sad boy steve, actor!steve, rockstar!reader

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“Hey,” He says, stepping next to you in the Sackler wing as you eye the Temple of Dendur.

It’s a rare moment to yourself in an otherwise packed event. You sigh and take a sip from your champagne, thinking that maybe if you stay silent long enough you can simply will this moment away.

He looks good, but it’s not hard for a man to do at the Met Gala— show up in a tailored suit with an appropriate accessory and call it a day. His hair is longer, starting to curl at the nape of his neck in a way that makes you want to run your fingers through it.

“Hi,” You allow, keeping your gaze forward on the blocks of stone.

And there’s a million things you could say to him right now, but the most pressing and the one you will absolutely not bring yourself to ask is this: why did you let me go?

You’d rather not have to deal with tears after all the hard work Lisa an her team did on your face. Instead, you keep your eyes forward and take a steadying breath.

“You look good.”

You hum, as if in thought; not accepting the compliment but not out right denying it either. Because yeah, you know you look good— great, even after the past few months without him. And it’s not as drastic as changing your hair and dropping weight, but you’re healthy; you’re good.

The dull accompaniment of people meandering around the wing has fallen to a hush. Sure strides sound out against the pristine floors as a familiar hand falls to the small of your back. Part of you wants to lean into it, into him, all broad chest and the familiar scent of bergamot and spice.

Steve stiffens and takes another sip from his drink, ice clinking in the crystal glass.

The hand winds its way around your hip to settle against your stomach, warm and inviting. The scrape of his stubble against your hairline as he dips down to whisper in your ear sends a shiver through you.

“Ready to go?”

His lips, pink and full, graze the shell of your ear as you nod and turn in his grasp. He drops a kiss to your forehead and holds your glass as you crumple the fabric of your train in your grasp.

“Oh,” You say, taking a step toward the mezzanine. “This is my friend, Steve Harrington.”

He stops at your side, offering you an arm for balance that you gladly take, and goes to shake his hand.

“Nice to meet you man,” He says, pumping Steve’s hand in a firm shake. “I’m Sebastian.”

“I, uh,” Steve eloquently replies, eyes flitting between you and your escort. “Yeah, nice to meet you too.”

Greetings aside, Sebastian smiles at you and tosses over his shoulder, “See you in there!” His free hand wrapped around your waist as the pair of you navigate yourselves to the table for dinner.

A refreshed drink awaits you, thankfully, as you settle the skirt and train around your chair. Polite greetings and acknowledgements are made at the table as the first course arrives, but you can’t bring yourself to eat.

His hand is warm through the layers of tulle, organza, and silk against your thigh, a subtle squeeze every so often that says I’m here, I’ve got you.

Blue eyes, like storm at sea, meet yours as he takes a sip from his drink. And it must be clear from the expression on your face that something isn’t quite right. His fingers twine with yours and rest against his thigh, his thumb rubbing in circles on your hand.

There’s several courses to go, plus the schmoozing present at every industry event. You have a phone hand-off to do with the Loewe girls, and then there’s the after parties. Thank god you’re not performing this year— small miracles.

Picking up your fork, you make an effort to push some food across your plate as Alessandro speaks in rapid fire Italian to your right. You responses are polite and infrequent, you hear him mutter something like, “Cara mia,” before someone approaches your table.

“Sorry to interrupt,” He says, as your blood runs cold. “But could I just borrow her for a minute?”

Alessandro looks at you, dramatic eyebrow raise and everything, while Sebastian sits, seemingly unaffected.

“Well,” Your date replies, “I suppose that’s up to her.”

As if this night could get any worse.

Polishing off your drink, you quickly stand— the sooner you get this dealt with, the better. You give Alessandro an eye roll as you turn to go, pausing to kiss Seb on the lips.

“Be back in five,” You say, thumb grazing against his jawline. “Get me another drink?”

He nods, assured, and drops your hand only when forced, the distance growing between you.

Steve leads you back towards the Rockefeller wing, not stopping his stride until you’re in the Greco-Roman corner, stood in front of the marble statue of Aphrodite.

Your feet ache, your heels this evening weren’t exactly chosen with comfort in mind, and suck in breaths like nobody’s business— the bodice of your gown suddenly feeling tight.

“What do you want Steve?”

He runs a hand through his hair, frustrated, and stares at the statue before him. Like he can’t even look you in the eye.

And then, he laughs.

“Are you shitting me?”

His tone is cutting, incredulous, and cruel.

You cross your arms and don’t dignify his question with a response. As if he has any right to ask that of you.

“I mean, he’s not— You’re not—” He keeps cutting himself off, fearing the words may be true if he comes out and just says it.

“Together?”

Steve drops his hand from his hair and turns. Fuck. That was not a good idea.

You look amazing, you always do, and you’re definitely going to end up on a Best Dressed list of some kind for the evening. He’s heard enough rumblings to know you’re wearing something archival and looking damn good doing it.

You don’t take a step closer, nor do you look at him.

And, okay, he can admits that stings a little.

“That’s none of your business.”

Your voice is soft, but echoes in the cavernous wing nonetheless.

“Yeah,” He sighs, “I guess not.”

He just can’t wrap his head around it– you’re, well you, a Grammy-award winning artists who tours the globe and headlines things like Coachella. How can you be with someone like that? I mean, does this guy even know what Coachella is?

“What?” Your voice breaks the uncomfortable silence, “Your face is doing that thing Steve; what could you possibly want to say to me about my presumed relationship?”

“He’s just so…” Steve trails off, there really is no eloquent way to say this. “Old.”

Your scoff is loud and the expression on your face is— well, one he hasn’t exactly seen before. And he can’t say he likes being on the receiving end of it.

“Wow,” You say, stepping back and hitching your skirt in hand. “Sorry I’m not out there fucking every twenty-something that moves, Harrington.”

And yeah, he deserves that.

“But then again,” You toss over your shoulder as you turn to leave, “Babysitting was always more your forte.”

The red bottoms of your heels click as you walk away, back to the party and your date.

Steve feels like an idiot.

The plan was to play it cool and friendly, ask how you’d been and hopefully lead up to some sort of conversation. Instead, he got jealous. Saw the way someone who is not him wrapped his arm around you and how you sank back into him, comfortable, safe.

Saw the way he looked at you, bemused and adoring, the way he anticipated your movements and held your drink. And then, at dinner, how you smiled fondly at something he’d said or done, hands intertwined on his thigh.

And it was as if Steve’s chest was caving in. He couldn’t stop himself from walking over there under some false pretense, for just another moment of your time. How unaffected this man was, not even threatened by his current lover’s former lover, how he deferred to you and your decision.

Part of Steve wondered what that must be like, to be so secure in yourself and your relationship. Was that something that came with age, experience, or both? It did nothing to assuage the anger in his gut, even as you followed him out of the mezzanine and to the far corner of the main floor of the Met.

He wanted to say so many things, to ask if this man even knew where or what your favorite piece was in here. It was all he could think about during the red carpet and press line earlier this evening, how the two of you had somehow managed to go incognito one day last summer, before everything fell to shit.

How you’d spent hours at the Met, walking from one exhibit to the next. Talking about artists and color in hushed tones. You had never been much for religion, but you treated museums with more reverence than most penitents in a cathedral. How casually you’d asked his opinion on things he knew nothing about, reassured him that art wasn’t about critiquing schools or technique, but rather how it made you feel.

You’d drug him to the European paintings on that day, fingers slotted against his, tugging him along. Spoke softly about Buoninsegna’s Madonna and Child and it stuck him how small it was in comparison to the larger works, like Degas and Rembrandt. There were scorch marks from candles along the bottom of the frame, and you’d said it was because this was a piece in someone’s home– a personal altar.

People would pass it each and every day going about their lives, lighting candles in commemoration of the Virgin Mother and her Christ child. He remembers how you looked, awestruck underneath your ballcap, as if you were seeing it for the first time.

“Art should be for the people,” You’d said then, “The public. Things like this,” You’d gestured around the room, “Aren’t meant to be bought at Sotheby’s and displayed in millionaires homes alongside a Chagall or Kandinsky.”

And he’d agreed with you, he still does now.

So when he finds himself in front of the very same painting, Steve’s not all that surprised. As he studies the child’s hand, how how to seems to brush aside his mother’s veil, he wonders:

Does he know your favorite piece? How you like to loudly discuss that the artifacts from Greece, Egypt, Africa, and Asia should be returned to their ancestral homes, that it’s nothing more than theft that fills the coffers of museums? Does he, wrongly, assume that you prefer the ballerinas of Degas or a girl with a pearl earring?

Does he know you as well as Steve does did?

He knows he won’t get answers, and that he’s torturing himself by even thinking of them, of you. Steve sighs and leaves the empty exhibit room, wondering what he’d do if this feeling was to ever abate.

Afterall, how can he be homesick for a home that he has no right to call his own?

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Beautiful People 👑

interviewmag:

“I’ve become a little bit more romantic.” Ahead of last night’s Met Gala, R&B icon @usher let us inside his suite at @themarkhotelny, and spoke to our senior editor @taylorescarabelli about fandom, fashion, and life as a sex symbol 🌹 link in bio.

Photography by @jeremy_liebman

keke:

After party glam. 😘

usher:

From the After-Party to the After-After-Party 📷 #MetGala

24lemoncurd:

Met Gala after party. Lewis with Venus Williams and Stella McCartney

voguemagazine:

@ArianaGrande had not one, but two fashion serves at the 2024 #MetGala. Following her @loewe moment on the carpet, Grande hit the stage inside the @metmuseum to perform for the star-studded crowd and slipped into sheer green @MaisonMargiela gown designed by John Galliano. Head to the link in our bio to learn more.

gettyentertainment:

It’s serving gold 🎾🏅 Venus Williams and Serena Williams at the 2024 Met Gala celebrating “Sleeping Beauties: Reawakening Fashion” at The Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City. I May 6, 2024 I 📸: @cindyord I #GettyEntertainment for @metmuseum \/ @voguemagazine

venuswilliams:

The after party look of my dreams 💎 Bejeweled by @MarcJacobs

teyanataylor:

We had big thingzzzz poppin wit poppi @drinkpoppi at our met gala afterparty 😏 #poppiparnter #sodasback

📸: @aaronricketts_ @josh.sobel

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Harry and Taylor can walk the met gala carpet alone like Kendall Jenner and Bad Bunny did and just go to the after parties together. That's the most recent pr couple I can think of that didn't walk the carpet together but went to the after party together and it was enough for the press. Harry could rock this year theme so easily. The thing is that if Loewe is dressing their other protegee Emily Ratajkowski, then her and Taylor will share a table lol.

LOL! That’s true, they did walk it separately. Side note, he looked fabulous. As for Loewe, I thought EmRata was just one of their models. Eh… who cares? They’ll share a table and can talk about PR relationships together. LOL!

Harry would rock the theme, and I know he does seem to dislike those sorts of things, but if he has an album dropping…

I guess we’ll find out May 7th.

[denimbex1986]

'...Party Five: Loewe Hosted By Jonathan Anderson and Luca Guadagnino...

At the bar, Andrew Scott is joyfully lifting a woman in the air. I have no idea why, but everyone seems really excited about it, so I cheer along with them. (Later, I will learn this woman was Kylie Minogue.)...'

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Taylor Russell and Greta Lee at Loewe’s 2024 Met Gala After-Party

source: vogue.com

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Greta Lee & Taylor Russell

at the Loewe 2024 Met Gala Afterparty

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Met Gala After Party

Taylor Russell | Loewe dress

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Met Gala rules

The Met Gala also has strange rules that the participants of this event must follow. These rules include the following: All participants must dress according to the declared lesson code. Participants must be invited to the event. People who participate in this event must pay for the ticket. Anna Wintour must approve the attire of the contestants. Attendees at the Met Gala are not allowed to use their cell phones during the event. Participants do not have the right to take photos of this ceremony and post it on their virtual networks. Smoking is prohibited during the event. All participants must sit in their own seats. Met Gala attendees must be 18 years of age or older. For the dinner that is served at the party after the ceremony, parsley, garlic and onions are not used in the dishes. What is the date of the Met Gala? Every year on the first Monday of May, the Met Gala is held at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York.

How much does it cost to attend the Met Gala? According to Time magazine, the price of individual tickets for 2024 starts at $75,000 and the price of each table starts at $350,000. These tables are generally bought by brands, fashion houses and clothing designers, and then they choose which guests they want to invite. Finally, if Anna Wintour approves, that guest will be invited to the Met Gala.

It goes without saying that these costs are only related to buying tickets and there are other side costs for this event; such as the cost of clothes and styling, make-up, hair, hotel costs, flights to New York, etc.

Sometimes these costs are very high for the brands that participate in this event; For example, at this year's ceremony, Loewe was the sponsor of the exhibition and prepared about 12 dresses for the guests. According to a report from BOF, it is estimated that Loewe has invested about 2 million dollars for the 2024 Met Gala sponsorship deal! It is said that with other expenses in bringing people to the Met Gala, the cost for each participant is estimated to be around 250 thousand dollars, which makes this figure even higher than the sponsorship cost.

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source: https://mag.sarak-co.com/what-is-met-gala/

[tkblythofficial]

Most people who attend Met Gala are invited by a brand and not the event. The brand buys a table and invites the most relevant names linked to it to represent their image. Like Loewe with Taylor Russell and the Challengers boys + Luca Guadagnino

I don't think T is partnering with any brand right now (?) so it makes sense that he didn't go. But he did go to last year's After Party (invited) by Tom Ford so there's still hope 🙏

Exactly. Someone send a message if he shows up to the after party lol. This Met Gala was underwhelming this year.

[jbaileyfansite]

Jonathan Bailey's Interview with British Vogue at the Met Gala (2024)

“I’m very calm,” Wicked star Jonathan Bailey told Vogue just hours before he walked the red carpet at the Met Gala tonight. Of course, he was in a suite on the eleventh floor of The Mark at the time, “in my ivory tower”, he joked. “I hear it’s chaos downstairs… apparently there’s a two-and-a-half-hour queue for the lift!”

To the relief of fashion (and Bridgerton) fans everywhere, Bailey ultimately made it through the crush in the lobby to take up his spot on the steps of the Met tonight, wearing a white double-breasted jacket with a black satin lapel and black trousers by Loewe. So far, so classic – but this wouldn’t be a Jonathan Anderson design without a twist: in this case, the addition of a hand-painted metal peony with a “sugar crystal texture”. A straightforward nod to the dress code (“The Garden of Time”), the metal flower embellishment is also ideal “for someone who has extreme hay fever”, Bailey quipped.

The actor explained it was designed to take the place of the traditional bow tie, heaping praise on both Anderson and his stylist Emma Jade Morrison (“She’s a winner”). As for the secret flower on his trouser pocket, concealed by his white jacket? “That was my idea.”

Loewe feels like a natural choice for Bailey, who is fast becoming a fixture on Jonathan Anderson’s front rows. The designer has become the unofficial outfitter of the internet’s favourite dreamboats – think Heartstopper’s Kit Connor and Joe Locke, both of whom, like Bailey, have worn Loewe’s powder-blue sequined polo. Tonight, though, the Spanish house’s tailoring takes centre stage. “It’s stunning,” said the actor of his look. “It celebrates a sort of classic Old Hollywood minimalism, but then right at the front and centre is innovative design.”

Working with Anderson and his team over the past few months felt “organic and natural”, said Bailey. “It’s amazing to understand how someone like Jonathan works, to see how he’s inspired by art, but also [to work with] Loewe, as a fashion house that really prioritises craftsmanship. It’s really exciting: today feels very much like I’m a canvas for other people’s work – I’m taking a back seat!”

This is Bailey’s second Met Gala, so he has some experience of the famously intense red carpet. “Everyone talks about waiting to go on the red carpet – fashion purgatory,” he recalled of his first time at the ball. “But by chance I was in such a lovely little group of people that I knew, so it was actually quite relaxing.” One of those people was his Wicked co-star Michelle Yeoh. “That year I went straight from the after-parties to my flight [to resume filming], and the next day Michelle and I were sat next to each other in the make-up trailer. That was a whirlwind.”

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