Stayed up all night with rapid mood swings between laughter and humiliation, much like many of the MET’s guests. As my inbox filled with drably depicted images of notables wardrobed in confusing get-ups that I’m not even sure they understood; I began to ponder not only the meaning of my fashion life, but the purpose of the MET Gala. My previous understanding included fashionable images of elegance, grace and imminent prestige. As my mind filled with the horror of the ensembles that graced the carpet, I considered this: Taylor Swift, may have some brain matter among a room full of idiots …