One of my fave parts of the show is the wildly detailed, intricate, and extravagant costumes. I’d even go so far as to call them works of art.
I mean, come on! It’s pretty impressive that these stars B-listers are able to bust a move onstage in getups that rival heavy machinery.
Have you *seen* the wings on the ?! Or the hat on ?! None of this stuff can be particularly comfy, and the sacrifice made for my personal amusement is very much appreciated!
Enter: the T-Rex. Bless the poor soul who agreed to wear those teeny lil arms and huge, scaly head. Maybe I was too distracted by the costume or maybe I just suck at recognizing voices, but I, for one, cannot figure out who is lurking inside that sweaty prehistoric reptile ’fit.
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