This suffers from a lack of confidence in itself.
It’s as if nobody involved with this outfit at ANY level was totally certain ANY of it was the right way to go. You could peel off the bib, or redesign the neckline to incorporate it more organically. You could take out the horizontal sections of the skirt. You could cut it off where the lining stops, or extend the slip all the way to the hem. You could give her a clutch that doesn’t blend into the rest of it and some more stylish jewelry. You could give her a deeper lip and edgier hair. You could, in fact, try any of those things. I’m shocked it ended in interesting shoes, actually, because THAT’S usually where people give up the hardest, but here it’s as if someone thought, “Well, hell, let’s at least finish strong and maybe they’ll forget the rest,” like if you win a football game 3-0 on a last-second field goal and pray the columnists and fans are so relieved that they ignore how miserable the other 59:59 were. Now, “miserable” is not a word I’d apply to this, but I WOULD attempt at least one of the aforementioned fixes, if not a few. What would you do? And in related news, do we think she needs to go crazy at the salon and get a choppy short haircut of some kind, just to shake it up a bit? Or is that just what I’m going to do? It’s like every few years I feel the need to cut my hair so that I’m reminded how bad it looks on me, and can then grow it out and safely move forward safely for another few calendar cycles.