Louise Bourgeois’ art is dark. We mean really deep Freudian dark. We realized this after attending the opening of her retrospective at the Guggenheim. At times we were made a little uncomfortable by her rebellious confessionals (and latex phalluses), yet we felt the rush of her rage and understood that she has, for over four decades as an artist, and will always be a profound fighter. While we were brooding over these thoughts, we stopped a few eccentrics along the path, ladies whose styles are just as uniquely their own as Bourgeois’ terrifying spider sculptures, except we’re not having nightmares about these girls, we’re daydreaming about them.