It’s not the fact that its a dress that looks like a swan. It’s not even the fact that it’s a dress that looks like a dead swan, with it’s poor broken neck draped limply around her neck. It’s not the fact that it’s puffy and fluffy, and did I mention that it looks like a DEAD SWAN? No, it’s the fact that its head is resting right on her nipple. And that she appears to be wearing some dingy old beige support bra underneath the swan’s head. The dead swan’s head. This, my friends, is what stopped Bjork’s famous swan dress from being pleasantly quirky, and turned it instead into a crime of fashion.
Thank goodness she didn’t try pulling that particular stunt ever again, eh?