He may have turned into the corpse of a Japanese woman in his later years, but when I was a kid Michael Jackson was hot business. His wardrobe was like a dream collection of dress up clothes, and I partially blame him for my unforgivable love of sequins and metallics and tacky belts. Here's to the King of Pop - may your freaky style live on.

Or you can always wait for this Jean Charles de Castelbajac dress to hit stores...
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