
Let's start at the very beginning, which is -- as Fraulein Maria wisely crooned -- a very good place to start. Somehow, in our slideshow about the fuggery at this Us party, we missed Katerina's outfit. I do not know how this is possible, since she is dressed as a really creepy homemade tombstone in the yard of an unsubtle serial murderer.

This is surprisingly restrained for her -- nary a bell nor a whistle blaring in our faces. Not even really a kazoo. It's funny, she'll accessorize the hell out of an outfit that's got a hundred other things going on, and yet with this, she goes plain-jane all the way. Kat Graham, you minx.

You know things used to be crazy when I look at this -- a bra in a cage, and a head weapon -- and I say, "Wow, still so RESTRAINED." Seriously, though, that's neither a shirt NOR a bra. It's like a dominatrix's flotation aid.

And that's a cross between Lady Liberty and Jesus. It also might fire bullets, of which I'm not sure either of them would approve unless they're developing a Biblical buddy-cop show.

She has a REAL penchant for wrapping stuff across her midsection -- I'm pretty sure that's a bra and then a separate corset. I don't THINK color-blocking was invented as a way to turn bras into outerwear, but what do I know? It's weird, but she looks sort of bad-ass in it.

This, though, I sort of love. Yes, she's revisiting the weird corset, but she looks so gorgeous with the rest of it that I almost don't care and in fact it's just making me laugh a little. Concessions, people. It's all about concessions. Actually, speaking of...

... she could be a concessions vendor at a sports game who actually grills the hot dogs to order on her chest. U.S.A.! U.S.A.!
