What's the deal, Kanye? You attend major fashion events all over the world, you interned at Fendi, you reference designers like Margiela (yeah, I had to Google it)…then you show up to a Broadway show looking like an NWA hype man, circa 1985.
Seriously, dude…black muscle shirt? What, were your matching Hammer pants at the dry cleaners? How many Mr. T impersonators did you have to rob for those chains? And why are you saggin' your leather pants, homey? You look like Ricky Martin the Crip.
Alright, I'll stop. On the plus side, Kim's looking pretty good and surprisingly non-attention whorish. She'll probably make up for it tomorrow by wearing a skintight bodysuit with a neon sign pointing at her a*s.