Why don’t I hate this?
It has all the elements: It’s ultra-snug to the point of marginal excess, her waist looks like it has a tiny necktie, and the skirt is some weird hybrid between an Elizabethan tapestry and the foliage from a random John Singer Sargent painting. And yet the more I stare at it, the more interesting it becomes — almost like Camilla here was trying to attend as an avant garde version of the Univision logo. Please, God, send her to an NBC party so we can see her take on the peacock.
