Leaving just a single memory.
A breakdown of all the photos from that night, starting at the Carlyle.
At a post–Met Gala party.
Why we shouldn't be so quick to condemn young women who avoid the F-word.
Kim and Kanye's private moment, sisterly telepathy for the Olsens.
Bare feet, sneakers, and pizza.
Glittering pantsuits, see-through robes, a feathered diaper, and a Death Star.
Another day, another celebrity spiritual guru.
A different kind of snake charmer.
It's like he has ESPN or something.
"Politicizing Beyoncé," meet "The Sociology of Miley."
We swirl. We booty-clap. We surfbort. We twerk.