On first sight, I correctly predicted this would turn out to be Marchesa. Once the go-to designer for diaphanous, girly gowns with precise and pretty detail, it’s now synonymous with Crack Explosion/Tacky Mermaid.
I also said it looks like a partridge-hunting accident. And, with regrets to the poor pear tree that once housed the accursed bird, I stand by that. Oh, Lea. You should NEVER go out dressed as Kate Middleton’s acid flashback of the first time she had to shoot fowl with the Queen. It looks like you’re wearing a bra made of death.
