I am not and never have been Roman Catholic, so all of this is a little exotic to me. On the other hand, Protestants and Evangelicals are hardly immune to ecclesiastical vanity (think of the gold stamped leather bound Bibles with gilt edged pages, the expensive suits that make Christ's Apostles look like bankers, and rival pastors comparing megachurches like schoolyard brats comparing penis sizes).
So here is a portfolio of everyone's favorite ecclesiastical fashion plate, the Cindy Crawford of sacerdotal man-lace, Cardinal Raymond Burke.
I enjoy the contrast between the prince-bishop splendor and the laxative-failed-to-work demeanor.
On the other hand, smiling Cardinal Burke would spook a Jack-O-Lantern.
Just in time for Halloween:
The Capa Magna always makes me think of Cleopatra unrolled from a carpet in front of Caesar.
And here is His Emminence in a fedora dodging the paparazzi.
The face of the contemporary Catholic hierarchy, over-dressed, elderly, and sour; irritated when the peasants don't show due deference to their spiritual lords.
Splendid as His Emminence may be in his spiritual vestments, here is someone who will always out dress him, Nuestra Senora de la Esperanza Macarena de Sevilla starting out on her annual stroll to the Cathedral of Seville.