Zosia really loves a pantsuit. Which I understand — it’s easy, it’s all right there, just throw it on, it’s Bowie-adjacent.
But that can lead her astray, like when one half of the pantsuit might actually be okay if she just liberated it and let it breathe, dammit, breathe. Like the green sparkly textured jacket, which she could have matched with a slim leather pant for a different, more fitted feel. Or maybe there’s something she could’ve done with the existing pants that involved leaving the jacket at home. SOMETHING resembling ANYTHING so she doesn’t look quite so much like she was run through a pantsuit factory on a conveyor belt and had this stamped onto her and away she went.