Ellie wore not one but TWO semi-sheer white monstrosities in her Fug Madness campaign this year, and I guess she was disappointed at how it went, because she’s dipped back into the well. If Krystle Carrington walked among us today, she’d do it in this. It’s got the kind of shoulders that say, “I make love on bearskin rugs with a cranky old oil baron, and Reader, I married him,” and yet it’s lightweight enough to tackle his ex into a lily pond. Very sensible.
