THE QUEEN WORE GIVENCHY. Correction: The Queen wore three separate custom-designed Givenchy Haute Couture creations. I am dead. Correction: it’s like I died and that fictional place called Heaven existed.
My condolences to Gisele… because apparently the Giants walked away with a new Super Bowl victory last night – but obviously for me, it was another victorious Giant who stole the show. For her NFL Halftime debut, Madonna propelled the Super Bowl to Super BOLD in a stunning series of bespoke Givenchy Haute Couture ensembles by Riccardo Tisci.
The elaborate 12-mintue advertisement production featured old songs, new friends and a menagerie of themes that embraced both Roman gladiatorial style and the elegant excess of Egyptian queens. It was lavish, it was campy and damn her for making me like that new song.
The Material Girl evolved on stage in 3 main looks (all sans a calculated nip slip): First entering in an opulent headpiece via Philip Treacy, floor sweeping gold cape, hand-embroidered with gold metal, studs, crystals and lined in leopard-print chiffon; then, slipping into a black silk minidress with leopard cape and hand-studded python belt; and finally, a long black-silk coat with hand-embroidered sequins, micro pearls and a higher than God collar.
Vogue.com released a statement by Givenchy’s head publicist designer saying, 'People say everything has a limit, but limits do not exist with Madonna.’ Clearly Twitter concurs, as gays fans worldwide sent more than 10,000 tweets per second during Madge’s halftime spectacle -- a staggering new record.
Hate her or love her, and say what you will... Sure she’s made some bad decisions during her extraordinary reign career: forgettable records, toxic boyfriends, the occasional movie flop, Blasphemy... but tried and true: Madonna is a legend. She is a Queen, she is an Entertainer and above all, she is an important Icon. Madonna has fortified everyone’s inherent need to express themselves; and in doing so, has inspired everyone from the world’s leading Fashion designers, to little boys struggling with their identity in Hawaii.
So, just in case you are living with a potato sack over your head and missed it last night… Behold.
