Jessica had several questions about the trousers Dior put on people in Paris, and it seems the head-scratching has already found its way Stateside. I’m not wild about what’s happening on the top of this, either — there is not a universe in which that layering works, and the long-line sleeveless blazer is a wacky proportion — but that all pales in comparison to the surprise shorts. The cunning culottes. The palazzo pantalunacy. If Princess Anne were a fashion detective, we might’ve just titled three of the novels in her series. If only she could solve this crime by incinerating the offending garment with one devastating flick of her gaze.