I find this pleasantly caftanic.
I would’ve liked a thicker bunching on the bodice so that it was solid black. I don’t mind the sleeves being filmy, but the translucence on her chest draws the eyes straight there where the glare seems to be, and away from the rest. Still, this is both a pleasantly artsy choice from her, and possessed of a dash of crazy, the likes of which you might see on an old nighttime soap. I mean, if ever there is an event at which you should be applauded for not needing a bracelet because you have turned your SLEEVES into them, it is Met night.
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