The red carpet has long been synonymous with opulence, extravagance, and jaw-dropping fashion moments. Celebrities, stylists, and designers work tirelessly to create iconic looks that not only turn heads but also set trends for years to come. Here, we delve into the world of luxury and spotlight with the top 10 most expensive red carpet looks that left us in awe.
10. Gwyneth Paltrow at the Oscars (2012) — Estimated Cost: $1 Million
Gwyneth Paltrow’s unforgettable appearance at the 2012 Oscars left a lasting impression. Draped in a mesmerizing white Tom Ford gown, Paltrow captivated onlookers with her timeless elegance and sophistication.
However, it was her choice of accessories that truly elevated her look to the next level. On her wrist was the dazzling Anna Hu Haute Joaillerie «Hearts of Winter» cuff bracelet, a masterpiece studded with a staggering 2,368 brilliant diamonds. Valued at an astonishing $1 million, this exquisite accessory added an extra layer of opulence and glamour to Paltrow’s red carpet-look.
9. Blake Lively at the Met Gala (2018) — Estimated Cost: $2 Million
Blake Lively stunned in a custom Versace gown featuring intricate embroidery and a cascading train that took 600 hours to make. Paired with Lorraine Schwartz jewels, including a pair of emerald earrings worth $2 million, Lively’s glamorous look epitomized modern Hollywood glamour.
8. Rihanna at the Met Gala (2015) — Estimated Cost: $3.97 million
Rihanna’s iconic Guo Pei look from the 2015 Met Gala has transcended mere fashion statements to become a cultural phenomenon. The extravagant yellow gown, with its voluminous train and intricate embroidery, captured the imaginations of millions worldwide. Its reported price tag of $3.97 million only added to its mystique.
7. Jennifer Lopez at the Met Gala (2019) — Estimated Cost: $9 Million
Jennifer Lopez made a memorable statement at the Met Gala in a custom Versace gown adorned with intricate beading and featuring a dramatic train. Paired with luxurious accessories, including a bejeweled headpiece and bold jewelry worth $8.8 million, Lopez commanded attention on the red carpet.
6. Anne Hathaway at the Oscars (2011) — Estimated Cost: $10.1 million
Anne Hathaway made a striking statement at the 2011 Oscars in a vibrant red Valentino gown that radiated sophistication and glamour, with an estimated value of $106,075. Adorning her neck was the breathtaking Lucida Star diamond necklace from Tiffany and Co., a masterpiece valued at a staggering $10 million.
5. Amy Adams at the The Golden Globes (2014) — Estimated Cost: $10.6 million
Amy Adams graced the Golden Globes red carpet in 2014 with an ethereal presence that captured the essence of Hollywood glamour. Her gown, a custom creation from Valentino, draped her silhouette in layers of delicate chiffon and intricate lace. However, it was the breathtaking necklace dripping with rare gemstones and diamonds that took everyone’s breath away.
4. Beyoncé’s at the Grammy (2017) — Estimated Cost: $12 Million
Beyoncé radiated glamour in a custom Peter Dundas sequined gown, accentuated by its plunging neckline. However, it was the mesmerizing sparkle of the $12-million worth of diamonds adorning her, courtesy of her dear friend Lorraine Schwartz, that truly stole the spotlight. From the diamond rings on her fingers to the breathtaking 400-carat gems cascading down her neck in a long necklace, every facet of Beyoncé’s look emanated opulence and sophistication.
3. Cate Blanchett at the Oscars (2014) — Estimated Cost: $18 Million
Cate Blanchett graced the Oscars red carpet in a breathtaking Armani Privé gown embellished with hundreds of Swarovski crystals. Paired with Chopard diamond earrings and a stunning bracelet, this ensemble elevated Blanchett to the ranks of Hollywood royalty.
2. Lady Gaga at the Oscars (2019) — Estimated Cost: $30 Million
Lady Gaga made a grand entrance at the 2019 Oscars in a black Alexander McQueen gown, accessorized with the iconic Tiffany Yellow Diamond. This is one of the largest yellow diamonds in the world. With a price tag of $30 million, this show-stopping accessory perfectly complemented Gaga’s avant-garde style.
1. Carrie Underwood at the The Grammys (2013) — Estimated Cost: $41 million
Carrie Underwood’s appearance at the 2013 Grammys was nothing short of a mesmerizing spectacle of luxury and elegance. The custom-designed creation by Roberto Cavalli was adorned with intricate beadwork and delicate embroidery. She also wore a breathtaking necklace featuring 381 carats of oval, pear, marquise, and round brilliant white diamonds. The necklace alone cost $31 million.
These ten unforgettable red carpet moments prove the power of fashion to captivate, inspire, and leave us in admiration. From the intricate craftsmanship of couture gowns to the dazzling sparkle of rare jewels, these celebrities spared no expense in creating unforgettable fashion moments that continue to shape the landscape of red-carpet glamour.
My MIL Moved in with Us & Started Stealing My Food – She Denied It, but I Found a Way to Expose Her
When my mother-in-law moved in during her home renovation, I thought the constant criticism of my cooking was bad enough. But when my meals started vanishing while my husband and I were at work, and she denied being the culprit, I knew I had to find a way to expose her.
A few months ago, my mother-in-law, Gwendolyn, decided to renovate her house, starting with her kitchen. She ripped out perfectly good cabinets and tore up the old linoleum floor without thinking twice.
Construction worker demolishing a kitchen for renovation | Source: Midjourney
The issue is that she didn’t bother to budget for any of this chaos. The renovation turned into a money pit quickly. Even worse, the contractor kept finding new problems, adding expenses left and right. Additionally, some of their work required her to be away, as it was dangerous for her health.
Unfortunately, her bank account was drying up faster than a puddle in the desert.
My husband, Sammy, and I sat at our kitchen table, staring at his phone as she explained this little situation. First, she detailed all the new things she was adding to the renovation, like a better sink, and then she revealed what she wanted from us.
Construction worker pointing at something during a renovation | Source: Midjourney
“I just can’t possibly afford a hotel while the work gets done,” Gwendolyn said, using just the perfect amount of desperation in her voice to convince Sammy. “And you know how sensitive my sinuses are. I simply can’t stay in one of those budget motels.”
Just as I expected, my husband gave me that pleading puppy-dog look he always got when his mother needed something. With a deep breath, I nodded. “Of course, Gwendolyn, you can stay with us,” I said, already regretting the words as they left my mouth.
Man in his 30s with a pleading look sitting at a kitchen table where there’s a phone | Source: Midjourney
“Oh, wonderful!” she exclaimed. “I knew I could count on my darling boy. And you too, of course, Paulina.”
After she hung up, I told Sammy I wanted to set some ground rules in writing. I wanted to protect us. Luckily, he agreed. I printed out some boundaries and stipulations for her stay and asked her to sign them.
Gwendolyn wasn’t too pleased about signing anything, but she didn’t have another option. Besides, we figured her stay would be a few weeks, tops. But, oh boy, were we wrong.
Woman holds pen while reading a paper that says “Rules” | Source: Midjourney
The weeks stretched into months, with no end to the renovation in sight. Each update from the contractor brought new delays and complications.
But that wouldn’t be a problem if Gwendolyn’s attitude wasn’t so terrible. From the moment she arrived with her four massive suitcases, it was like living with a critical, nitpicking tornado.
Nothing I did was good enough. Every meal I cooked became an opportunity for her to remind me of my apparent shortcomings, and she always managed to do it when Sammy wasn’t around.
Woman in her 30s standing in a kitchen looking upset while an older woman in the background holds dishes | Source: Midjourney
One evening, I’d spent hours making a pot roast with all the trimmings. The kitchen smelled amazing, and I’d even used my grandmother’s secret recipe. After I turned off the stove, Gwendolyn peered into the pot and wrinkled her nose.
“Oh dear,” she said, letting out an exaggerated sigh. “Are you sure that’s cooked through? Poor Sammy, having to live with someone like you! How can anyone eat THIS?” She shook her head slowly. “In my day, we knew how to properly care for our husbands.”
Woman in her 50s looking down at a pot on the stove in the kitchen with disgust | Source: Midjourney
I gripped the mixing spoon so tight my knuckles turned white. “The meat thermometer says it’s perfect,” I replied through clenched teeth.
“Well, those things aren’t always reliable,” she sniffed, poking at the meat with a fork. “And really, Paulina, did you have to use so much garlic? Sammy won’t like it.”
Actually, this was one of my husband’s favorite dishes, but I let it go. It was easier. But eventually, her nagging about housework pushed me to my breaking point.
Pot roast cooking on a stove with a meat thermometer | Source: Midjourney
It happened during yet another dinner where she’d spent 20 minutes describing how her bridge club friend Martha made the same dish, only “so much more flavorful.”
“If you don’t like my cooking,” I said, setting down my fork with a small clatter, “then you’re more than welcome to buy your own groceries and make your own meals.”
I expected World War III to break out right there in our dining room. Instead, Gwendolyn dabbed her lips with her napkin and smiled. “What a wonderful idea,” she said sweetly. “I’ll start tomorrow.”
Woman in her 50s dabs napkin on mouth during dinner | Source: Midjourney
I frowned but continued eating.
For a few days, everything seemed fine. We had separate shelves in the fridge and separate cabinets for dry goods. But then things started getting weird.
I’d come home from work, exhausted and starving, only to find that the leftovers I was counting on for dinner had vanished into thin air.
The first time it happened, I thought I was losing my mind. The roast chicken I’d meal-prepped the night before was gone. Even the fruit bowl I’d filled that morning was almost empty.
Cut up fruit in a bowl in a fridge | Source: Midjourney
My husband and I were both working long hours at our jobs, so there was only one possible culprit. But every time I tried to bring it up, Gwendolyn denied eating anything.
One evening a few days later, after discovering my leftover piece of lasagna gone, I cornered her in the kitchen. “I’ve noticed that the food I cook keeps disappearing,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “Do you have any explanation for that?”
Again, she had the same excuse. “You must be imagining things. You and Sammy probably just ate it and forgot,” she said, patting my hand condescendingly.
Woman in her 50s patting the hand of a woman in her 30s in the kitchen | Source: Midjourney
I knew it was her and considered why she might be hiding it. Perhaps, her money issues were worse than I thought, and she was too proud to say anything.
Well, she wasn’t too proud to live with us this long while insulting everything I did, so I shook off any sympathy I felt and focused on how I could find proof of her stealing.
That’s when I remembered her allergy to nuts and lactose intolerance. As any good host, I had gotten rid of nuts and bought oat milk for the duration of her stay, but enough was enough.
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I ran a quick errand later, stopping by the grocery store on my way home.
The next morning, I got up early and made a special casserole that I knew smelled too delicious to resist.
Into it went a generous amount of real heavy cream and a healthy sprinkle of crushed cashews. Still, I wrote a big label in red marker: “DANGER! Contains nuts and dairy!” and stuck it right on top of the dish.
I also told her about it. “Don’t eat this,” I warned Gwendolyn before leaving for work. “It will make you sick!”
Woman in her 30s in work clothes in the kitchen pointing at someone like a warning | Source: Midjourney
She barely looked up from her morning paper. “For the last time, I’m not the one touching your food,” she replied with a sniff. “Remember, we agreed to keep things separate.”
I nodded, but I knew she would eat it. When I got home later that day, the scene that greeted me was hilarious, but I had to contain my amusement.
Gwendolyn stood in our kitchen, practically vibrating with rage. Her face had turned an alarming shade of red, and angry hives covered her whole body, which she kept scratching frantically.
Woman in her 50s with red hives on her face from an allergy in the kitchen | Source: Midjourney
Meanwhile, I set my purse down on the counter, taking my time. “My goodness,” I said calmly. “What’s going on here?”
She whirled around, pointing a shaky finger at the half-empty casserole dish. “You!” she shrieked, her voice cracking. “You tried to kill me with that food!”
“But I thought you said you didn’t eat my meals?” I asked, tilting my head slightly. “Also, I warned you. Did you even read the label?”
The look of realization that crossed her face was priceless. Her eyes widened in horror as she fumbled in her purse for her EpiPen. She quickly injected it into her thigh.
Woman in her 50s holding prescription anti-allergen medication in the living room | Source: Midjourney
A second later, Sammy walked in. As he loosened his tie, he looked from his red-faced, panicked mother to me and frowned. “What’s all the commotion?” he asked.
“Your wife,” Gwendolyn gasped out between wheezes, “tried to kill me!”
Shaking my head, I explained everything calmly. “I made a casserole with nuts and dairy. I labeled it clearly and warned her not to eat it because I know about her dietary restrictions. She still did it.”
I pointed to the label, still stuck to the container.
Container of food on top of kitchen counter that says “Danger, contains nuts and dairy” | Source: Midjourney
Before Sammy could respond, Gwendolyn let out a groan and clutched her stomach. She bolted for the bathroom, leaving us standing in the kitchen.
“I’ll sue you for this!” her voice carried through the bathroom door. “You deliberately tried to poison me!”
When she finally emerged, looking pale and disheveled, I was ready. I pulled the document she had signed months earlier from one of the kitchen drawers.
A woman in her 30s is holding a folded paper that reads “Rules” | Source: Midjourney
“I think you’ve forgotten about our first agreement, the one you signed when you came here,” I said, holding it up. “We weren’t charging you rent, but you agreed to split the utilities, and,” I paused for effect, “not to touch our food or groceries unless we were having dinner together.”
I pointed to the clause in question, which she’d initialed herself.
Woman in her 30s pointing at a piece of paper in her hands in the living room | Source: Midjourney
“At first, we shared meals because it was nice to sit together and have the same food,” I continued, raising one eyebrow at her. “But you decided you didn’t like anything I made, so this rule had to be followed.”
“But–” she blubbered, but Sammy chimed in.
“Mom, she’s right. You agreed,” he said, crossing his arms. “Paulina has been more than nice, even though you’ve been difficult. Admit it was your fault for not heeding her warning, and from now on, stop eating our food unless we specifically want to share.”
Man in his 30s with arms crossed looking disappointed in the living room | Source: Midjourney
Gwendolyn’s face turned an even brighter shade of red… this time from shame. She opened her mouth, closed it, then opened it again, but no words came out.
Then, she stomped to the spare room and stayed there until morning. Surprisingly, her house renovations magically sped up after that incident, and she was out of our house in only a week.
During that time, though, she didn’t complain at all. She barely talked to us. She made her own meals, and we even shared some dinners, where I assured her that nuts and dairy weren’t involved.
Woman in her 50s in the kitchen cutting ingredients with concentration | Source: Midjourney
One time, Gwendolyn actually complimented my chicken with caramelized onions. “This is… good,” she’d said grudgingly, grabbing another serving.
I smiled, a little proud of myself. Maybe, you were never too old to learn a good lesson.
The day she left, she surprised me with a hug and a quiet, “Thank you, Paulina. For everything.”
I smiled and told her she could visit any time. We would always be there to help. Just for the record, I wasn’t proud of what had to be done to get to that point. But you have to stand up for yourself, especially with relatives who can’t appreciate what you do for them.
Woman in her 30s on the front porch waving with a smile | Source: Midjourney
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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