It is, on the face of it, a slightly odd sort of crime. Not subtle, not especially discreet, and certainly not small. Costumes belonging to Madonna have been stolen, and not just any costumes, but the sort tied up with entire eras, performances, identities even. Which makes it less like nicking clothes and more like walking off with fragments of pop history.

These are the pieces that once sat under stage lights, absorbed applause, helped construct the whole carefully managed spectacle. Now, apparently, they are elsewhere, in that murky space between private collectors, opportunistic theft, and the slightly surreal economy of celebrity memorabilia. One imagines they do not exactly turn up at the local car boot sale, though stranger things have happened.

There is something revealing in this, though it takes a moment to settle. Fame gives the impression of permanence, of things being fixed and protected simply because they matter. But in practice, it is often rather porous. Objects move, security lapses, people take chances. And suddenly something that felt untouchable is, well, gone.

Of course, the value here is not just material, though that is considerable enough. It is symbolic. These outfits represent moments people remember, performances they think they witnessed even if they only saw them later, through screens, slightly removed, slightly mythologised. Losing them feels disproportionate to the act itself, which is perhaps the point.

Still, there is a faint irony in it all. The machinery of global fame, vast and polished as it is, undone by something as old-fashioned as theft. No grand statement, no deeper philosophy. Just someone picking something up and leaving with it.