
This is just so expansively, expressively muddled. Elements of it are probably on-theme, but ... wow.

I feel like Blair Waldorf probably designed this. After a head injury.

It's CRAZY. Especially because after all this, they then added the blue flowers on her neck. As if THAT was the thing this was missing.

I dubbed this the Flamencow, and I stand by that.

It's the hip cutout that really kills me here.

Man, Rodarte is the worst sometimes. I just can't with post-apocalyptic disco.

This, I kind of liked. It's lively enough but she makes it appealingly casual with those boots.

Those earrings! It's like wearing a car wash.

The dress, whatever. But THE SHOES. THE SHOOOOOOOES. Total shooves.
