Truly, dear friends, is this not a hoot? In this darkest timeline, when the world burns and crashes down around us, is not Chloe Sevigny’s overly-inflated blazer — looking as if it were blown up via helium like a chic, tiny, Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade float — paired with what I fear are pin-stripped bike shorts (a ladies’ night promotion for the Yankees, maybe?) a teeny and much needed chuckle? It is.
