Barely 150 years ago, a man in a hat like this could be met on the streets of London, a hat that evidently set Philipp Plein upon the road along which he now speeds without turning aside

But the decoration of this headgear, unlike the designer flourishes of our own day, had a very precise and very intelligible meaning: it announced that the wearer of this item of wardrobe was a dentist and would rid you of toothache. Without any anaesthetic, naturally, but the 88 teeth fixed to the velvet cap were quite persuasive evidence that at least several dozen people had risked entrusting themselves to this specialist's skill.

And now let us recall Malysheva's curious collection of wardrobe freaks. And having recalled it so quickly, let us just as quickly forget it.