
When I read that this is Marchesa, I was like, "OF COURSE." No one vomits twee quite like they can. This is just too much. It's like the most absurd country wedding, where she walks through the town and everyone glues a flower to her person so that she's all ripe with blossoms by the time she reaches the church.

You also needed to see the back. It's actually a lot more striking to me from this side.

It might be the crown of blooms that pushes this into Maypole Prom territory. Or the wedding of a synchronized swimmer. It's just... her head should not be trying to keep up with the rest of it.

I love this detail shot. It's not complete but it does give you a better sense of what this was like in person.

I mean, she's giving it her best good cheer, but this is... not my bag of pot pourri.
