Not camp AT ALL. God love Liberace. Mr Sainted actually visited the Liberace museum in Vegas once. It was staffed entirely of women of a certain age who at some point had been touched by The Sequinned One’s actual hand, and still were acquiver, said moment having secured active devotion forevermore. If ever, ever there was someone who’d make a truly fabulous saint, it’s Liberace. Floating on a gossamer cloud of fabulousness and beaming down upon us all through a sequinned fug of bling. Amazing.