It must be sort of distracting, knowing you’re at an event where the entire wall behind you shrieks NASTY BABY over and over again.
Her head is perfectly fine, but then we get to the bodice, which looks like a napkin someone poorly folded and then threw on a table in disgust. But if it DIDN’T have that weird untucked-ish piece, it’d just be a too-small tube top. And then the pants have bitten off her feet. Truly, I get where it was going — a top that tried to be more fitted to offset the more voluminous pant — but it got lost on the way there and had to pull over to ask directions, and was never heard from again.