I feel like we're one album away from Miley Cyrus wearing this.
This feels like Leighton Meester to me. Well, other than the rogue nipple. She's not so much an areola girl.
Cheerleading for accountants.
This, to me, is a giant cloth ode to all of Sarah Ferguson's hair accessories from the late '80s.
Let's see. Who would go disco yellow. Elizabeth Banks? Kelly Rowland?
Get in line, Christina Hendricks and Helena Bonham Carter.
Get in line, Miley Cyrus.
I'm sure someone will wear this. Florence Welch?
I take that back. Florence Welch needs to wear this. ALL OF THIS.
Oh, good grief. Well, it has to be someone with a model's body, so... Zoe Saldana, I guess?
The shower curtain cape is dramatic, and all, but I'm more concerned why someone shot her in the face with a makeup gun at point-blank range.
Psst. Cara? Don't freak, but there's something on your shoulder.
This is like an ode to Judith Light's character on Dallas: prim, over the top, prone to incestuous close-talking. Or something.
This is halfway realistic to see on someone. It's very Rossum, to me.
Another perfectly fine dress ruined by a giant cat collar. Oldest story in the book.
That thing has more hose up top than a Hanes factory.
I hope the theme of this show was Apocalyptic Swarm. Also, a band name. Write it down.
Right after she stepped off the runway, Terminix pounced.
I have never been so happy to see a floral in all my life.