Bianca Censori has been making headlines these past two years with her risqué fashion choices. Before becoming Ye’s wife, she was an accomplished architect and an employee of Yeezy. And let’s be real—she’s stunning.
When her style choices first started popping up on Daily Mail and social media, my initial reaction was: Hm. HM. This feels familiar. But I brushed it off. As someone who loves the unconventional and the weird, I told myself—maybe this is just a fashion statement.
But what kept gnawing at me was how she was always on display while he remained covered from head to toe. The rage I felt. Every time I saw it, I was angry. Like, WTF is this?
And then I saw this image.
For those who are new here, I have experience in power dynamics in the spicy world. Let me offer an opinion from that lens: this was screaming public humiliation scene.
Now, before anyone comes for me—I’m not here to kink-shame. I am personally a fan of this type of play when it’s done in a safe, consensual, and respectful way. In healthy power dynamics, there is mutual respect. The person in the submissive role may be yielding control, but they are still seen, valued, and respected. There is communication. There are boundaries. There is choice.
This doesn’t feel like play.
This feels like a ritual—a calculated, intentional act of dominance designed to impose dominion, not true power. And in the spirit of real power dynamics, that’s not actual dominance. That’s control. That’s erasure.
At the Grammys, Ye took this up a notch and unveiled Bianca’s “naked dress”—a sheer, barely-there piece.
Objectively (no pun intended), I have mixed feelings about this. It reminded me of an old episode of Keeping Up with the Kardashians. Kim Kardashian wore a nude illusion latex, raindrop dress designed by the Thierry Mugler, corseted tight by the Mr. Pearl.
Kanye wasn’t happy. If you recall, this was during his Sunday Service era—his born-again Christian phase or whatever.
But let’s rewind a bit. Some of you might be too young to remember, but Kim K had to fight against the label of just a reality star. The fashion world did not want to work with her. She was considered beneath them. I’d compare it to how people view influencers today—wannabe superstars. But we millennials loved them, ate them up.
Then Kim started dating Kanye. At the time, he was a fashion darling, a respected musician who told designers, Work with her. Back then, Kim was considered too curvy for high fashion. This was during the J.Lo era—booties were in, but not necessarily in couture. Kanye saw Kim as the next Marilyn Monroe.
And, in a way, he was right.
Slowly but surely, Kim became her own person—no longer just “Kim and Kanye,” but Kim K. The more she gained her own voice, the harder it became to control her. The power dynamic shifted. Kim became just as powerful—if not more powerful—than Kanye.
Kanye did not like that.
During their divorce, he harassed her publicly. Harassed her boyfriend. All while dating whoever the fuck he wanted, without Kim saying a word. Someone on TikTok put it best: I don’t ask who was at fault in a breakup—I look at who had the glow-up and just know.
Kim was better than EVER once she got rid of the dead weight.
Looking at Kanye’s behavior—his treatment of his ex-wife, his support of Trump, his relentless trolling veering into hate speech—this isn’t the behavior of a rational person. You’re watching someone spiral.
And Kim? I remember watching her navigate that with a smile—the one you give when you’re divorcing an asshole after years of being married to an asshole. The “I’m holding it together AND I’m not letting him get to me” smile.
In interviews, she hinted at how bad it was but had to stay strong for her kids. She gets candid about it on the IRL Podcast with Angie Martinez.
Let me share something I learned from my own messy divorce. I cried to my therapist, saying, I just want us to treat each other with respect. I want this to be civil. Of course, he didn’t. It was awful. I asked, Why would he act this way? My therapist simply asked, Was he an asshole during your marriage?
Yeah.
Then why would he suddenly change?
That’s Kanye. He’s always been entitled. But Kim was his clean-up crew. She protected his image. It’s no coincidence that he spiraled after they split while she thrived.
But back to Bianca.
Men like this skirt accountability under the guise of being geniuses. But even his die-hard fans are starting to run out of excuses. Someone joked, I let him slide because he made Graduation.
Kanye has an M.O. With Kim, we were sold the romantic narrative of him throwing away her closet and replacing it with designer pieces. Julia Fox confirmed he did the same to her. Now, with Bianca, he has curated her wardrobe—or, more accurately, her lack of one. Random pieces of hosiery, vintage lingerie, and avant-garde silhouettes.
Kanye tweeted that his wife is empowered. But don’t get it twisted—he also said, I hold dominion over my wife as her husband. Excuse me while I scoff.
Empowered? Yet she doesn’t have a voice.
She doesn’t speak. She’s always on display while he stands next to her, fully covered.
As a father, does he ever think about how his daughters will feel when they’re old enough to understand his words and actions?
But as my therapist once told me—expecting a different outcome from someone like this is delusional.
This isn’t empowerment. It’s control.
When I look at Bianca, respectfully, I don’t see defiant confidence. I see obedience.
If I truly believed this was her choice, I’d celebrate it. I’m all for do whatever the fuck you wanna do. But I’ve seen other women rock the naked dress. And with them, you feel the confidence radiating off them.
For example:
Kate Moss at the 1993 Look of the Year Contest
Rose McGowan at the 1998 MTV VMAs
Rihanna at the 2014 CFDA Awards
Megan Fox 2021 MTV Video Music Awards
Honorable Mention: Sarah Jessica Parker 1997 VH1 Vogue Fashion Awards
The aura is different with these women.
With Bianca, it feels like she’s trying to maintain composure.
And that’s where The Emperor Has No Clothes analogy comes in.
The townspeople knew the emperor was naked. But because admitting it meant admitting they’d been fooled, they pretended not to see it.
That’s what’s happening with Bianca.
We are watching a woman be controlled in real time. It’s blatant. It’s uncomfortable. And yet, because the idea that someone would willingly subject their partner to this level of public objectification is so outrageous, people will rationalize it however they can to avoid seeing the truth.
Because if they did acknowledge it—if they admitted that they were watching an adult woman be stripped of agency and identity—they might have to confront a harder truth:
They are complicit.
But just like in the story, the moment someone calls it out—the illusion crumbles.
Because in the end, no matter how loudly people try to convince themselves otherwise—
The emperor has no clothes.
And neither does Bianca.
What do you think?
