I am not entirely sure what’s happening here:
At first I thought she was wearing a glamorously weird McQueen take on a caftan, but actually, the gown seems more fitted than that, so… she might just be wearing a glamorously weird McQueen, full-stop. It has a sleeve that thinks it might be a cape. Still… even if it’s not floaty enough to hide my snack bloat, I could TOTALLY swan around in that on someone’s yacht deck by night, a flute in one hand — of Champers, not of musicality — and a plate stacked high with cheese in the other. There’s something appealingly luxe about its kookitude, like this isn’t just an outfit but a lifestyle.