This year’s theme is a feast of contradictions—extravagance undone, luxury teetering on the edge of ruin.  Destroy the delicate, deface the designer, distress the decadence.

Picture, for example, a ransacked palace - silk gowns smothered in dust and towering wigs in the last flicker of flames. A world where finery frays, and the sweetest, most delicate coconut cake sits rotting in the ruin of excess.

A shattered chandelier skirt? Stunning. A cocktail dress with a coffee stain? Iconic. Tangled pearls, scorched sequins - it’s all perfection. Whether you're giving  “gilded age in foreclosure,” “an exploded submersible,” or just “red wine on my white shirt”—you’ve nailed it.