While doing my daily browsing of nothing but fashion, I came across a photo of a lady that stood out to me in the real sense of standing out. This lady wasn't just clad in numerous colors but also in numerous clothing articles. Her outfit, composed, yet not composed, comprised of almost all pallets of both primary and secondary colors, I'm not kidding. She combined different textures of cotton, polyester, fur, and many more into one look. Did I fail to mention her electric-blue hair? What shocked me the most I think, was her age. Her age did not define her style at all. She had cultivated this show-stopping attitude, the attitude that gets everyone quiet in a room and all focused on her look. While some may have hated it, the fashionistas of the industry definitely appreciated her ability to create a chaotic fashion statement that managed to tell a story in an artistic way. I look at photos upon photos of this lady and I'm wowed. I can't understand her reasoning of her combinations but I immerse myself in the arrangement of it all. I'm left wondering if it took her a long time to figure out what she wanted to wear or if she was one that picked from the pile of the bedroom floor and threw them on. I am speaking of the one and only Anna Piaggi. May she Rest In Peace.