Nope, doesn't look any better to me in context. It's a blurry mix of dowagers who fancy themselves New York City cultural philanthropists and a burlesque show called Ice Tassles. Or Ice Asstles. Or Niiiiiice Castles (Nudge, Nudge). Wow, there are a lot of really hacky directions in which to take that. But you feel me. It's like she hired Eric Ripert to cater a party in which she will bewitch investors by unfurling herself from within a bathtub on a pedestal that's replica of the Met, so that they will fund next year's creative slate.