In a time of plague, decadence has gone into hiding. And the biggest victim may be Anna Wintour.

As a child, I used to wait for Vanity Fair’s International Best Dressed List in the hopes of getting a glimpse at the gowns donned by the superstars at the Met Gala, held the first Monday of May since 2005. As a teenager, I sought out pictures posted to Vogue, the fashion bible that has organized the event for decades, the very next day.