There’s something deliciously SWINTONian about this outfit:

By which I mean, proportionally cracked-out and lady-masculine and heavy– in a way that has me both wondering what could have been, yet simultaneously hoping that the future holds so much more. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not senior-level SWINTON at its finessed, fanciful, freaktacular finest, but it has aspirations. It wants to go places. It is updating and proofreading its resume, and has a profile all ready to go. It wants to fug its way to at least the middle.