“Looks Harsh,” Demi Moore Wears a Dress Made of Wallpaper to Met Gala and Creates a Stir

Demi Moore made a striking appearance after a 5-year hiatus at the 2024 Met Gala. The 61-year-old star graced the event in a stunning gown made of wallpaper that took over 11,000 hours to get ready! Additionally, Demi wore 10 carats of never-seen-before jewelry.

Moore chose a black dress adorned with a pink and white floral pattern and an eye-catching spiked, heart-shaped feature. Her look was completed with sparkling diamond pieces from Cartier. The actress’s hair was styled sleekly, and her makeup was kept subtle, done by Charlotte Tilbury, ensuring all eyes were on her outfit.

In a conversation with Ashley Graham, Moore revealed that her gown was surprisingly light, saying it made her “want to rumba.” The designer, Harris Reed, explained that the gown’s material was actually repurposed wallpaper, inspired by a Cartier necklace Moore wore.

The dress, featuring 11,000 hours of silk embroidery, represented the concept of Moore blossoming on the red carpet. Reed aimed to complement Moore’s presence with the dress, likening himself to the vines around her. Moore mentioned that the gown’s floral element is called chloris, named after the Greek nymph associated with flora.

Demi’s look gained both praise and criticism. “Wow, best outfit of the night. Truly stunning,” commented one. “She looks harsh after the last plastic surgery,” remarked another.

Demi also recently wow-ed with her youthful look at a high-profile fashion event. See her photos here.

I Asked to Be Cut from My Parents’ Will after Overhearing My Brothers’ Conversation

When Elena’s parents decided to leave her the family home, she expected her brothers to share in the joy. Instead, their hidden resentment leads to a revelation that changes everything. Will her decision to reject her inheritance heal old wounds or create new ones?

Growing up as the youngest and the only daughter in a tight-knit family had its perks and its challenges. But mostly, I felt cherished, surrounded by my parents and two protective older brothers, Kyle and Dean.

It was the kind of childhood you’d think was straight out of a feel-good movie—complete with raucous holiday gatherings, summer barbecues in our backyard, and the kind of parents who never missed a school play or a soccer game.

Last weekend was no different in its familial warmth, or so I thought as we gathered around the dining table, the familiar scents of mom’s cooking mingling with the soft murmur of catch-up conversations.

Our parents, though noticeably grayer and more deliberate in their movements, were as spirited as ever, their eyes twinkling with a kind of excitement you’d associate with kids planning a secret clubhouse meeting.

As we settled into the comfortable rhythm of passing dishes and sharing updates, Mom and Dad exchanged a glance—a silent nod that seemed to signal it was time for the ‘main event’ of the evening.

Clearing his throat, Dad announced, “We’ve been thinking a lot about the future, especially about this house, which has been a home to so many memories for us.”

Mom took over with a voice both soft and resolute, “We’ve decided that we want Elena to have the house in our will.”

The words landed on the table with a weight I hadn’t anticipated, stirring a mixture of surprise and gratitude in me. “Really?” was all I managed, my voice a mix of shock and a burgeoning sense of responsibility.

That’s when I noticed it—the poker faces on Kyle and Dean. As our parents continued discussing the details, my brothers clapped mechanically, their smiles not quite reaching their eyes.

Something in their expressions hinted at a private joke or a shared concern, hidden just beneath the surface of their orchestrated calm.

Trying to shake off a growing unease, I nodded and thanked my parents, though the look in my brothers’ eyes—hinting at something hidden—stayed with me.

After everyone had said their goodnights and the house quieted down, the small twinge of unease I felt earlier began to settle into the pit of my stomach.

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