The always and impossibly elegant Johnny Weir.
"Hmmmm..." I frowned at the array of clothes on the bed. What to wear? What to wear? What does one wear when one goes to Weir, as it were?
Suddenly I wanted to forget packing and go read Dr. Seuss books.
"Mom, what IS your problem?" my daughter demanded, striding briskly into my room. "All your clothes look alike. How hard can this be? Just pick