What scares me the most about this is that she’s apparently No. 95 in the series.

I believe that secretly, Robert Basler has been exploiting his deity-like access to the world of haute coture news to travel the world collecting outlandish hats, post-apocalyptical masks, explosive blouses, shimmering scarves that look sexy-scary, strings of beaded baubles, belts for chastity or not, parachute or helium pants, skirts plaited with leather atop gauze atop cellophane atop chain mail, dresses to die for in the most literal sense, stockings that don’t stop even as they reach up through the collar and fall back in a train, shoes that shine with LEDs and precious stones over spiked patent leather, and frightening but strangely bold and beckoning accessories of every shape and size. After years of collection, hundreds of thousands of dollars spent, bodies that have mysteriously disappeared, buckets of tears and mind gnashing but inspired agonization in borderline manic and way-over-the-line maniacal design, he may one day reveal to the world the most daring creation of a fashion vision, which will be awarded the singular title, “Most Oddest.” Or not.