I’m sorry, but this is HILARIOUS to me:
This is SO 80s. She’s one saxophone solo away from being the sartorial equivalent of a song that plays over the end credits of a cheesy movie wherein a girl with feathered hair and too-tight jeans with a 17 inch zipper learns to find love in the arms of a dorky kid with a riding mower. She looks like she’s on her way to a gig at the opening party of Illustra! WHERE’S JAMES SPADER?