This might be my favorite one of these EVER. Let us begin with Canadian musician Grimes, a.k.a. Claire Boucher:
I don’t even know what to say. Do I commend her for matching her chunky gold necklace to her ornate pants? Is there any point to discussing the dirty kicks she’s wearing with them? Why are those cut like pajamas? What is on her arm? Is that a blood-pressure cuff? Did she anticipate flying into a white-hot heart-stifling rage at any point in the night, and if so, did it happen when she laid eyes on this man?