I Went to The Devil Wears Prada 2 Premiere—And Yes, the Devil Still Wears Couture
There are two types of people in this world: those who pretend they’re above fashion, and those who know better but still lie about it. I used to think I was in the first group. Then I found myself doom-scrolling through red carpet photos from the premiere of The Devil Wears Prada 2 like it was a life-or-death situation, whispering things like “oh no she didn’t” and “okay wait, I respect that.” So here we are. Me. You. And a red carpet that tried very hard to convince us that fashion is still about art and not just rich people playing dress-up with better lighting. Let’s talk about it. The Red Carpet: Where Subtlety Goes to Die New York, naturally. Because nothing says “high fashion sequel about emotional repression and handbags” like a city that smells faintly of hot trash and ambition. The carpet itself? Crimson. Aggressive. Almost confrontational. It didn’t just say “look at me”—it screamed “you will compare yourself to these people and feel inadequate.” And honestly, respec...
