At this point, I think I have seen Bianca Censori's nipples more times than I have seen the sun rise or heard my own mother's laugh.
The Australian architect and wife of Kanye West once again managed to stun Los Angeles over the weekend after stepping out for a cinema date night wearing what appeared to be little more than cling film.
Censori arrived at a movie theatre in a fully sheer grey thong bodysuit that left very little to the imagination, paired with transparent tights and towering burgundy platform boots.
The outfit, which existed in more of a philosophical sense than a textile one, was completed with slicked-back hair, a claw clip and a couple of rings, while West -- as is increasingly tradition -- dressed like somebody about to inspect a ranch.
The rapper wore a leather jacket, dark trousers, cowboy boots and sunglasses, once again maintaining the couple's now-familiar dynamic where Bianca appears dressed for an avant-garde nudist colony while Kanye looks prepared for a tactical weather emergency.
According to photos from the outing, one visibly stunned bystander was caught staring wide-eyed in the parking lot, creating one of the funniest photos of the century.
In doing so, this random LA man inadvertently recreated the exact dynamic John Berger dissected in his seminal art theory text Ways of Seeing, where the viewer becomes part of the image itself: the fully clothed observer awkwardly inserted into the corner of a scene of female nudity, there to legitimise, witness, and mirror the audience's gaze.
(Who says an art history degree is wasted in celebrity journalism?! Take that, Mum!)
And honestly, ever since Bianca Censori entered public consciousness, we have all become the man in the white hoodie: frozen somewhere between horror, fascination and second-hand embarrassment, yet completely incapable of looking away.
Truly, the photo is a work of art, and I will get it framed as soon as possible and possibly write a PHD dissertation on it.
Censori's latest appearance continues a fashion trajectory that long ago abandoned concepts like subtlety, practicality and, increasingly, opacity.
Earlier this month she visited a spa wearing a completely sheer black catsuit with nothing underneath, while last year she effectively broke the internet at the Grammy Awards after appearing nude beneath a transparent mini dress.
At this stage, trying to predict Bianca Censori's next outfit feels less like celebrity journalism and more like participating in an escalating social experiment about the limits of public desensitisation and decency laws.
And yet somehow, every single time, the internet reacts like a Victorian spinster catching sight of an exposed ankle at a garden party -- scandalised, enthralled, morally conflicted and, above all, absolutely desperate to keep looking.
Content about Bianca's latest sartorial experiment is consumed with the kind of rabid fascination usually reserved for true crime documentaries and royal affairs.
Part of the fascination surrounding Censori is that her wardrobe exists in this strange cultural grey zone between fashion, performance art, provocation and what appears to be Kanye West treating public outings like increasingly difficult bonus levels in a video game called 'Can We Still Legally Enter Restaurants?'
Because unlike typical celebrity red-carpet nudity -- where illusion fabrics, strategic tailoring and careful styling create the appearance of exposure -- Bianca's looks often seem intentionally designed to erase the distinction entirely.
Still, whether people view the outfits as empowering, exploitative, artistic or simply exhausting, one thing remains undeniable: it's hard to look away.
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