That is so dramatic and graceful and impeccable, and romantic. She looks like a book cover, or a perfume ad -- some guy on a motorcycle in a sudden rainstorm is going to be compelled to drive around a building and he'll see her dashing down the stairs and across a bridge and when he finds her they'll connect for a second... and then she'll steal his motorcycle and he'll look at her escaping figure, all, "What a plucky dame."
And then from the front, it's poorly homesewn in the sleeves. It is pulling and bunching, and basically feels like one of the March sisters at a funeral.
But even though it's very fine and hard to see, she IS wearing a bracelet, so let's give her a round of applause. And from afar I kept thinking she was clutching a flask. Somebody needs to make flask clutches that will scandalize the world for about five minutes.