I’m not sure what’s more curious to me: The idea that Charlotte figured ultra-fancy Cannes was the place to pull out a slouchy micro-romper, or that she thought a mismatched, aging leather belt was a vital upgrade. She looks like a disaffected club kid-turned-Influencer who’s just so tired of being given the same old top-shelf freebies, and thinks the belt gives her dive-bar cred. Oh, I just realized, I think I’ve described the main character in Pulp’s “Common People.”
