I feel like the look on her face says, "See? When I DON'T go Full Funsanity on you, it's boring, and you don't like it." She's right. I'd rather dislike something DEMENTED than yawn at something zzz. Then again...
... she couldn't resist a LITTLE chicanery, like dressing up her feet as The Unhinged Peppermint Elf-Sprite of Candyland.
You THINK it's a satin dress with angry art on it...
... and then you realize it's BIKE SHORTS with angry art on a pillowcase. She's like a walking billboard for her boyfriend's cousin's totally cool gallery show at like this abandoned warehouse downtown which is like totally full of like tetanus and shit.
This entire slideshow is ellipses so far. Because this seems reasonable and Just Breezed In From My High-Powered Magazine Job...
... and then she's fifteen-percent Little Bo Peep.
For the pre-party, she dressed up as a girl whose mother thought she'd look just DARLING in this leaving her wedding reception...
... and for the actual gala, she went as that same bride, now embittered, on the prowl, and actively slowly poisoning her husband.
First, scrubs she turned into a suit...
... second, where "gown" morphs into "nightgown," with the added bonus that if you push the blue button her actual alien head pops up and our of her human mouth.
I thought you might want to see that sucker up close.
Fishnets and a white tent. Sounds like a showgirl convention. However, she brings it a not-inubstantial amount of innate flair.
This is perfectly pretty and perfectly snoozy. Sometimes getting by with a B grade is nothing at which to sneer.