
I love you, Laverne, and your head looks great, but you're wearing a lampshade.

Stammy! What? No. Girl, this smells like DESPERATION.

I'd like to attend a seminar taught by TER on how to walk around with her blazer like this, without also having it fall to the ground every ten steps.

I like this, but wish the skirt color wasn't quite so muddy? But this (new?) hair on her is CUTE. Satan, DO NOT TEMPT ME TO CUT MY HAIR.

I mean, I guess she IS a Victoria's Secret Angel, and ergo should be wearing something that feels like a bra, writ large. She looks like she smells like those shower gels Victoria's Secret used to sell, the one's that came with matching body spray. (Do they still sell those? I LIVED for the Cucumber one in college. It was the 90s. We liked to smell like vegetables. I also used to wear the Demeter Tomato perfume. Why didn't I just go roll around in a salad bar?)

I love this. She looks very lovely and glamorous and relaxed.

This is bonkers, but in that way where the crackpot old lady who lives inside my heart secretly likes it. That old lady smells like Opium by Yves Saint Laurent and she has STORIES.

Petra looks lovely. She kind of punted on the footwear, but who is really looking at her feet? I feel like she smells like Chance, by Chanel. (Which is a perfume I actually love. It's very perky.)

Someone should create a perfume called RICK RACK. (That joke aside, I actually like this. It's jaunty.)

This is what I personally plan to wear the next time I need to plot a murder on my terrace in Portofino.

Dude. That is...a bra. Not a bra-top. A for-real bra.

Comparatively, Rebecca Hall looks like the spokesmodel for a fragrance called, I'm Reasonable.

This seems very...Saloon-Adjacent.

HELLO.
