I really love this line, and I want more people to wear it, because some of what’s come down the runway has been stunning and so far it’s been in limited deployment.
And so of course, Cheryl here has popped up in a really disappointing one that is not so much harshing my buzz as sanding it down to a bloody nub. That velvet chunk is incredibly awkward there, like it and ONLY it was properly fertilized and seeded.
Oh, and if you think you caught a whiff of something transparent in the skirt…
It’s more than a whiff; it’s a noseful. She wore this to what amounted to a wedding party for herself (after surprise nuptials). Hotpants and a velvet breastplate don’t scream out “EXTREMELY SPECIAL NIGHT!!!” to me. Instead, they yelp weakly, “Whatever, sure.”