Amy Adams had on an all-blush, semi-washed-out Cavalli suit in a post earlier today. This is that suit’s polar opposite.
It was for a NextGen party, but it feels quite yesteryear to me. As if it belongs in a field, without the blouse — and possibly without the jacket; just long long hair over a naked chest, while three men in flowing beards braid her hair and she plays a pan flute. They are all also spinning in a slow circle because they think they’re in a music montage, and probably ate some bad mushrooms. Hey, at least it’s evocative.