If a microshort-clad Kate Moss with ciggy in hand was any indication, Marc Jacobs went all out for his fall collection. Not that Marc Jacobs ever really holds back - the word restraint probably doesn't exist in his vocabulary. Every season, he never fails to uproot our sartorial preconceptions, for better or worse. Remember, this is the man who was fearless enough to send tasseled kimono pajamas down the runway. His style is impossible to pinpoint; if there's anything to be said about his clothes, it's that they're unpredictable.  In fact, "clothes" is somewhat of a loose term to describe Jacobs's creations. These outfits were topsy turvy, from the patent leather corsets worn outside the shirt to the respectable jackets paired with nothing more than hose and glorified underwear. Sometimes they were downright nonsensical, as in giant furry dresses that made one model look like a perambulating evergreen and the almost comical sloping shoulders of Teflon-grade suits. There were plenty of haphazard references, too, from the slightly odd to the outright bizarre - such as a sinister-looking French maid with a feather duster and scantily-clad Russian soldiers (complete with prison gates, castle guards, and LV-emblazoned hats). As with all "great" collections, it possessed massive quantities of the ironic ugliness Lagerfeld & Co. seem to love - but as any "respectable" fashion critic will tell you, that's exactly why it's so genius. A severe case of the emperor with no clothes? Methinks so.

.... and again, Marc Jacobs snags the title from Jean Paul Gaultier for the most unwearable AND most unflattering collection: