He used to dress more like a person with some sense and restraint*. Then he started in with the boas and the lip gloss. Now he's going for dominatrix boots and pink wings. WINGS. It's like a cocoon bursting forth with a brand new butterfly, except it's an hideous, freakish one that won't stop preening before flashbulbs on red carpets.
*As fruitless as it is to try to use this word in a sentence in which the subject is Bobby Trendy.