Yes, she has feathers sprouting from her abdomen and also she’s bracing her clutch against her waist like it’s holding her innards in, AND YET:
I kind of like this. I wish the feathers, um, emerged in a less haphazard fashion, and I wish the shoes were…other….(I don’t now what other, but something; you tell me), but overall, it’s kicky and I suspect it looks exponentially better in motion. She’s like a flapper in mourning. And if you don’t think I’d read a book called Flapper In Mourning, you don’t know me at ALL.