I love everything about the top half of this photo.
I love her jacket her glasses, her purse, and the fact that she’s clearly having THE MOST DISHY conversation on her cell. I imagine her friend was like, “… and then he lied about his mother’s Jello salad WHILE WE WERE NAKED…” and Saoirse is like, “IS THAT A EUPHEMISM WHAT IS A JELLO SALAD.” Sigh. Millennials.
Anyhoo, then the rest of the outfit happened:
She’s just shuffling around New York, so whatever, but those shoes just took a carrot peeler to my heart. The pants, though, appear to be the missing schematics to the Death Star, so please everyone let her get safely to the Planet Yavin.