This seems like a less… designed… version of what Jayma Mays wore.
And when I say that, I mean that it looks as if her stylist slept through their sessions and then hurriedly bought this whole thing at Anthropologie like two hours before the ceremony and decorated it with a ribbon she saved from her last birthday, sure it would come in handy one day. The effect is like what socialites would wear to a belly dancing class. Oh, Amanda. I like you. In fact, you were the only thing about Studio 60 that didn’t make me want to punch the wall. But why does it ALWAYS look like your wardrobe is the boss of you? Dominate the clothes, Amanda, don’t let them dominate you. And right now they’re kind of walking all over you. Play defense.