Ain't you glad she showed up?
Exactly 131 years ago, in fact.
She was a great, tragic, troublesome, brilliant, stupid woman who Lived Large decades before it had a name and died, having earlier re-invented Dance and been a presiding spirit of Art Nouveau, into Legend: "Je vais à la gloire!" she cried, stepping into the open car in which, moments later, she would die, strangled by her extravagant silk scarves.
Proving, as Gertrude Stein remarked, that affectations can be dangerous.