I Kid You Not, I Just Saw Miranda Priestly at the Balenciaga 2024 Show! (Well, Almost…)
Alright, ladies and gentlemen, gather around, because I’ve got a story that’s going to blow your socks off! The Balenciaga 2024 show just happened, and boy, did it deliver on shock, awe, and a shocking dose of cringe! You’re not going to BELIEVE who I almost bumped shoulders with. Spoiler alert: it was practically royalty in the fashion world.
So there I was, suited up in my finest threads, mingling with the crème de la crème of the fashion world. I’d been scanning the crowd for the usual big names, but then I spotted what seemed like the Everest of fashionistas. You know who I’m talking about—that icy queen of the sartorial kingdom—Miranda Priestly. YES, Miranda freaking Priestly!
Now, before your brain explodes into a thousand glittery pieces, let me clarify. It wasn’t Meryl Streep, the goddess who embodied Priestly to sheer perfection in “The Devil Wears Prada.” BUT, it was a look-alike damn good enough to make you do a double-take and a spit-take simultaneously. I had to blink thrice, slap myself to make sure I hadn’t fallen into some alternate universe where Priestly deigned to grace us peasants with her royal presence.
Now, I know you’re probably rolling your eyes and thinking, “So what? Big deal. A look-alike doesn’t count!” But listen up, Slay Entertainment tribe—I’m talking dead-ringer levels of uncanny resemblance here. This wasn’t your run-of-the-mill doppelgänger; this was someone who had dedicated their LIFE (and possibly their soul) to emulating Miranda Priestly.
But here’s where my bemusement turned into bewilderment and, yes, a tad bit of annoyance. This wannabe-Priestly wasn’t pulling it off with the effortless panache Meryl did. Oh no, this was a cardboard cut-out version, a tribute that felt more like a knock-off bag you’d find in a back alley market than anything remotely authentic. To put it bluntly, it was a bad homage.
This phony Priestly had everyone talking—but for all the wrong reasons. Instead of channeling the sophistication, poise, and a ruthless command of the room, it was more like watching someone’s amateur high school play version of Miranda. Every second-hand purse and knock-off perfume in that room cringed in collective embarrassment.
You’d expect that anyone daring enough to swagger into the Balenciaga show posing as the High Priestess of Fashion would at least bring their A-game. Instead, it was more like F for Failure and Faux Pas. Gosh, it was so annoying! I mean, who does that? Walking around as if they own the place, when they didn’t even own the character they were so desperately trying to impersonate!
To make things worse, it totally feels like a spotlight-grabbing piece of attention-seeking garbage. Like, did she think she’d meet Anna Wintour and they’d become BFFs? Or that Demna would suddenly see her and get inspired for his next collection? Hate to break it to you, “Priestly,” but real legends don’t have to try so hard.
To wrap this up, Balenciaga 2024 delivered unparalleled glamour, strange-thinking fashion, and yes, a laughable attempt at playing tribute to one of the most iconic fictional figures in fashion history. It was an encounter that turned heads and made headlines, but for all the misplaced, awkward reasons. Here’s a word to the wise: Leave the legends to the legends. Inspiration is one thing, but sacrilege is quite another. Let’s not tarnish the Holy Grail of entertainment with these wannabe antics.
Move over, counterfeit Priestly. The real giants are striding these halls, and your bad homage does nothing but add an unwelcome note of cheap parody. Now that, my tribe, is all.
Stay fabulous but keep it real,
[Slay Entertainment concierge ]
I had to blink thrice, slap myself to make sure I hadn’t fallen into some alternate universe where Priestly deigned to grace us peasants with her royal presence.
Alas This wannabe-Priestly wasn’t pulling it off with the effortless panache Meryl did.
