It’s Not Blue. It’s Not Lapis. It’s Meryl, in Cerulean

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This year’s Venice Film Festival has been a cornucopia of visual fruits. Timothée Chalamet genderbent backwards into my heart in Haider Ackermann, Zazie Beetz delivered the very best rendition of Valentino Haute Couture, and The Real Iman™ confirmed herself as royalty, robed in frill upon Valentino frill. But my personal crème chantilly on the hot cocoa of Venice was Meryl MF Streep, Queen Matriarch of Hollywood, slayer of A-list and C-list roles alike, first and last of her name.

Streep stepped onto the red carpet for the premiere of her new film The Laundromat swathed in a Givenchy FW19 floral-dappled cerulean silk-satin muumuu. (My mouth feels like mush after saying that aloud.) Meryl is known for her muted red carpet styles: beiges, blacks, menswear, and if she’s feeling adventurous, a little dash of sparkle or shine. So, to see her sporting a dress that shouted, while also looking supremely comfortable to wear, made me shed a single tear of joie. Apparently it made her feel the same way, as evidenced by the multiple images of her merry face and arms thrown up in an exceedingly ebullient way.

Despite being uncharacteristically vibrant, this look still felt peak Meryl, from the mock neck to the asymmetric hemline to the sky-high red-satin heels that blended seamlessly into the carpet to make it appear as though she was indeed a celestial being, as we’ve all long suspected. She has single-handedly convinced me that comfort-wear is the new event-wear. Muumuus or BUST.

I didn’t need another opportunity to quote Miranda Priestley, but alas, I will always take it. My hands are tied in that regard. And so it must be said: “That [dress] is not just blue, it’s not turquoise. It’s not lapis. It’s actually cerulean.”

And Meryl, my love, on you, what a hue it is.

Photos via Getty Images.

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