At the annual Met Gala, fashion prudence goes out the window for celebrities: The whole point is to wear an outlandish outfit that you couldn't get away with on any other red carpet. So it's no surprise that someone finally decided to hit the red carpet clad in the ultimate fashion risk: no outfit at all.
Unfortunately, fashion risk or no, Mr. Met (naked edition) was not a handsome movie star, just some dude. Also, he wasn't naked, strictly speaking: He wore a hot pink Tarzan banana hammock, a gold chain, loafers and, of course, leg warmers, because it was nippy out.
The event's security managed to stop him before he made it to the red carpet, but if you ask me, they should have let him proceed. Anyone who goes to the trouble to construct leg warmers out of what looks like dismembered tuxedo pants and duct tape deserves to shmooze with Sarah Jessica Parker, am I right?