Whats making me bananas about this is, no matter how long I stare at it, I can’t tell if it’s ACTUALLY see-through or just a thin enough fabric to foment fear in my heart.
The outfit itself does nothing for me. It’s very Missoni meets 9 to 5 meets a crazy pair of socks your mother gave you when you were ten, with a dash of that time you put both feet into one leg of your sweatpants just to get a laugh. So, a cocktail of influences. But the kind that gives me an instant hangover.