I can’t lie: I think this is hideous.
It’s as loud as a migraine. It looks like what I imagine peyote feels like. And the two bluebirds at her neck might be crashing into each other with a cannibalistic furor. But she seems so delighted by all this that I’m a little charmed. Like, I could never wear this without my face telegraphing my doubt — like, “I KNOW, RIGHT??!??!?” — but Chloe is giving this so very much unabashed glee. Its the best sales job the dress could ever hope to get.