And so to the question of Monday night’s Met Gala in New York City: Could anyone top Rihanna’s appearance last year as the Pope, complete with bejeweled robe and miter, when it comes to red carpet camp?

As if you had to ask. The night largely seemed to be a game of entrance-making one-upmanship, a raising of the stakes of sartorial absurdity higher and higher until the point of it got lost somewhere under a thousand acres of taffeta and a couple of severed heads.

What is camp, by this definition? It is dress gone so far into the realm of costume that it may never find its way home. It is an unabashed attempt to break the internet. The dress code may have been “studied triviality,” but its expression was most often “extravagant literalism.”

Seriously: Katy Perry came as a Moschino crystal chandelier. She lit up the night.

Susan Sontag wrote in the essay that started it all that camp was a “woman walking around in a dress made of three million feathers.” Great! They’ll give us feathers! In fact, feathered outerwear may have been the trend of the night.