It’s possible that the most out-there moment of fashion week took place Sunday night thousands of miles away from the New York catwalks — sorry, red carpet — at the Staples Center in Los Angeles.

I am speaking, of course, of Cardi B’s Grammys entrance as Venus emerging from her clam in vintage Thierry Mugler (circa 1995), her top half covered in a nude body suit and molded bustier, her bottom half in black velvet that exploded into a pink satin abalone frame around her pearl-encrusted waist.

It was a little absurd and a little unwalkable and deep in the realm of costume. (She later changed into another vintage Mugler, an off-the-shoulder white gown with floor-length fringe, the better to make it to the stage to accept her Grammy for best rap album.) But as an image of female potency and coming into one’s own, it was impossible to miss.