Miley is going through a really weird phase. It’s called “Pants.”
Well, more specifically, it’s wacky pants — but it’s a novelty enough that she is wearing becrotched leg coverings at all. Then again, her newness to such a concept may account for her inability to hem them, among other things; I could deal with the cutesy pattern a lot more easily if they were slim-fitting and allowed for a peek of a killer shoe, but as-is, they’re just this really strange mix of matronly and fourth-grade doodles. I have no idea why she has draped her neck in tulle, either, but ours is not to reason why. Ours is but to fug or die.
For the Tom Ford show earlier in the weekend, Miley went in a more familiar direction: