Is it camp to be Joan Collins? We have a winner. Of course it’s, and “of course” the theme resonated along with her, stated Ms. Collins, wafting by the Met’s Petrie sculpture courtroom in white feathers and radzimir by Valentino.
Ms. Collins, particularly in her incarnation as Alexis Carrington of “Dynasty,” is a camp legend, invoked by different friends as a North Star — “These are some Alexis Carrington shoulders,” Samantha Barry, the editor of Glamour, stated of her outfit — and Ms. Collins accepted such tributes with the grace of a as soon as and future queen.
“I was called camp so many times,” she stated. “The camp bitch.”
In the courtyard, the crowd swelled to elbow-knocking fullness, a hum of giddiness and a visitors jam of robe trains. “It’s out of this world,” stated Max Hollein, the new director of the Met, celebrating his first gala, “and really totally different, of course.”
Even in the world of high-stakes fund-raisers, it’s uncommon to see Jeff Bezos, the billionaire founder of Amazon, kibitzing with Awkwafina, a breakout star of “Ocean’s 8” and “Crazy Rich Asians.” (In a life-imitating-art twist, “Ocean’s 8” was a caper comedy about robbing the Met Gala.) “You’re hard to miss!” Mr. Bezos instructed her merrily.
Everywhere one appeared, unlikely wires have been crossing. Over right here, Shawn Mendes, the pop star, chatting with James Charles, a YouTube magnificence vlogger, attired for the event in a shirt of chain-mail security pins. Over there, Tiffany Haddish, the comic, was providing round fried hen out of her purse; the designer Gabriela Hearst eagerly accepted a bit.
“I stay ready, baby,” Ms. Haddish stated, black-tie gala or no black-tie gala. “I got your back. That’s from my kitchen, baby.”