I mean, maybe this is tousled-chic.

But to me she kind of looks like the ghost of somebody’s bride, who put on her most sensible haunting shoes and spent thirty-six hours straight traipsing through her groom’s dreams in an effort to wring his insufficiently grieving soul of every last drop of sanity. I mean, I’d break a sweat doing that, too. But I also might have showered and changed before taking in a movie.