Let’s start with what’s working: Her head, and her feet.
I think this is brave new ground here, even. K.Stew cleaved to clunky pumps for such a long time; I feel like we hardly ever got an open-toe show and a vixenish pedicure, and now we have both. I love it. She looks really self-assured — still with her edge, but confident rather than miserable. It’s a plus. As Madonna said, we made it through the wilderness. Somehow, we made it through.
The fabric of the dress really works for me as well, but surprise, surprise, the execution leaves me cold. It’s the dress equivalent of an older person masquerading as a whipper-snapper: Pairing that top and those cuffs and that black translucent fabric — too much of it to be fresh — with a mini-skirt feels like a shortcut to youth. A cheat. I want to take that material and hand it to Roksanda Ilincic or Naeem Khan or even Oscar de la Renta’s people and see what they could do that’s either funkier, or more elegant. This one is suspended in purgatory.
Before you vote, here is some shoe porn: