This is how I would describe a visit to Carla Niven's site;

It's like when you're driving and have to use the restroom and so you stop at a gas station next to an abandoned insane asylum, and the attendant looks like she might be a pre-op transvestite but you're just not sure but regardless she's wearing really bad 80's thrift shop clothing and has a really bad weave and her lip stick is smeared and she's a total bitch and tells you it’s going to cost 5 bucks to use the restroom but you're desperate so you pay and she tosses you the key and when you open the restroom door the first thing you notice is a horrid stench and then you see that the toilet is backed up and overflowing and damn! is that a dead hooker in the corner? and oh my god! what is she wearing? it looks like a Carla Niven outfit.

Yup. Just like that.