2025 Le Bal Des Debutantes

 

BY C STONE | THE SUPER HOT ||| EDITOR IN CHIEF ||| FASHION EVENTS

Welcome dear readers to today's Lunacy and Madness edition. If you've never heard of the Le Bal Des Debutantes, it's a singles event for rich people who want to find a husband or wife.

It all started back in 10th of July, 1958, usually located in Paris. Read more about this even at Wikipedia, because I can't be bothered to write about it.

Don't expect me to be slobbering over these people. If you're attractive and have rich enough parents, but not pretty to be  model - well, this IS the event for you!

Ouch. Having trouble finding a special someone? Can't be bothered or gave up on Tinder? Well look no further! This event is for you - the rich elite, desperate for a mate, HAS to do something, dammit!

I don't see a shred of Versace, Gucci, or even Prada here. Would someone explain to me what the hell the point is at this event. Better yet - did any of these attendees buy their own clothes?

We wont' bother to mention any names, because, quite honestly, I'm far too old for any of those girls. Not interested in men in the even tiniest amount, I get confused when people ask me out to dinner.

So you're young, pissed off, rich, and that vibrator isn't doing it anymore for you. That's why THIS is the event for you. So take that fancy title, buff those shoes, and wear some high-end perfume. 

Why isn't anyone smiling anymore? It must feel like you're visiting a prison going to this fancy ball. 

One item of contention: There's too much gaudy gold in this room. I never understood the reason to flank so much precious metal on wall accents. Even the U.S. White House has it in the oval office. Too much of a good thing can be a bad look. Fairly soon, the office will start looking like a dollar store.

Everyone is shot alone, except for the group photo. Great. I'm going to guess and say it was a fancy 12-course meal, crappy music, and even more awful guests for the women.

If I was 22, rich, and nice to look at, I would likely head to Florida or the Caymans. That's where you should be. Possibly even Texas.

One dress I actually liked, the pink one with the fancy green medallion. I'm not sure if the fireplaces still work, but all that gold is something.

Unless you're getting married that day, these over-sized and indulgent dresses make you look ridiculous. How the hell do you even fit through doorways?

What's even worse is to wear black. It's not a funeral. There is no reason to wear something so dark and foreboding. Red would be the best color, but almost no one wore it.

Am I old? The brown super-high dress is awful. I'm not sure what the intended look was here.

They ran out of coke in the bathroom, and now we're forced to pose for the camera look.

A fancy tiara and a gown that looks like a wedding dress. Be careful, people will think you're getting married with that look.

Why won't someone notice me? You want to meet someone, but how? Wearing these awful clothes is not going to solve the problem. If it took a lousy ball to arrange people together, it's not going to magically link people up after it. I suspect a lot of fake phone numbers and missed texts.

And when the alcohol fades, and you're left alone the next day stabbing at your eggs benedict, the people you noticed last night look absolutely like rubbish today. You decide to run for it.

If you've made it this far through this nonsense, I applaud you. Do return, I'll have more ripping insight for the so-called wannabe rich "model" elites.