I would call this “Ren Faire meets the early Aughts,” except if it really were an ode to 2002, the rise would be a thumb’s length at most and there’d be a 60 percent chance of a thong poking out the back. Maybe it’s more “Modern Shakespeare.” It just looks like she got dressed for a Zoom reading of The Taming of the Shrew and then had it sprung on her that she’d need to do it in person, and with pants.
