In a meeting with Chinese museum consultants and scholars, Bolton presents his thesis: that Western designers (Galliano, Saint Laurent, Poiret) misappropriated Chinese iconography, yet in doing so, created a new artistic language. The Chinese delegates listen politely before one notes: “You are showing Western fantasies about China, but you have almost no contemporary Chinese designers in the main galleries.” Bolton’s response—that the exhibition is about the Western “look” of China, not China itself—is met with silence.
The film’s climax is not the Gala itself, but the morning after, when the museum opens to the public. Rossi films a young Chinese-American woman staring at a Guo Pei dress next to a Tang dynasty horse. She whispers to her friend, “It’s like they’re talking to each other.” For a brief moment, the curatorial thesis—that objects across time can converse—achieves its intended effect. The film suggests that despite the corruption of the fundraising machine, the democratic encounter between a visitor and an object remains the museum’s core redemption. The First Monday in May ultimately performs a double gesture. On one hand, it is a hagiography of Andrew Bolton and, by extension, the Costume Institute’s ability to elevate fashion to the status of fine art. On the other hand, it is a sharp ethnographic critique of how money, celebrity, and Western institutional power shape narratives about other cultures. The First Monday In May
Conversely, Wintour operates with the efficiency of a political strategist. When Bolton hesitates over a seating chart—debating whether to place a tech CEO next to a Chinese minister—Wintour overrides him: “We need youth. We need noise. We need Instagram.” The film subtly critiques Wintour’s pragmatism while simultaneously acknowledging that her celebrity-driven machinery generates the $15 million necessary for Bolton’s intellectual project. In a meeting with Chinese museum consultants and