I always do love seeing a pattern on the red carpet, and this one feels particularly tactile somehow.
I have no idea what that fabric feels like, obviously, but it certainly photographs like it must be lush, and the flowers really leap out at you. They seem three-dimensional at times. My main reservatiions are with some of those rogue seams, like the one arcing across her groin — do we REALLY need to be putting railroad tracks right through a gentle suburb? — and the fold under her right boob, which just makes the thing look like it’s frowning. Maybe it IS. Maybe it’s just as frustrated by The Pelvic Slash as I am.