Chappell Roan’s 2025 has been a whirlwind of sequins, confetti, and now—fabric swatches. Fresh off her Grammy triumph, the singer carved her name into the Met Gala’s hallowed halls, arriving like a hurricane in hot pink. Her patchwork suit and billowing cape didn’t just whisper the night’s theme, "Superfine: Tailoring Black Style"—they screamed it through a megaphone. With silver-shadowed eyes and glitter-dusted brows, she looked less like a guest and more like a rogue art installation.
In a recent interview, Roan peeled back the curtain on her viral Grammy speech—turns out, those raw, trembling words were plucked straight from her teenage diary. "Every day was ‘horrible,’" she laughed, recalling her middle-school melodrama. "Back then, a bad haircut was an apocalypse. Now? I wear capes to parties." The journals, she admits, are her bulwark against time’s erosion: "Memory’s a slippery fish. I’ve always been terrified of losing the bite marks it leaves."
Then came the curveball. Roan—mid-conversation with cult filmmaker John Waters—found herself anointed an actress by the Pope of Trash himself. "He said every singer’s a fraud in sequins," she recounted, still buzzing from the whiplash. "If John Waters points at you and says ‘actress,’ you don’t argue. You just start practicing your Oscar speech in the mirror."
For now, Roan’s content to let the world spin beneath her glitter-encrusted heels. After all, as her 12-year-old self once wrote: "Horrible days make the best stories."
