The general horror is aimed towards Marc Jacobs’ awkward-looking stance and the funky juxtaposition of angular blond wig, Stephen Sprouse-inspired shirt, cartoon tattoos, fake boobs and facial hair, but I’m personally fascinated by the mysterious solid orange oval with hair, suit and funky hat standing next to him–oh wait, sorry, that’s Valentino.  My bad.

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